| grinning and continuing this lousy flouzy certain thing of wanting to be the
|
| king whom everbody’s following and everyone’s admiring
|
| asking question after question did they not learn a lesson
|
| every second is a blessing but they start obsessing and also messing
|
| stop to caressing who they could become that they could be the one
|
| You try to hold on to this certain one
|
| you sigh you feel like you’re the only one
|
| don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong
|
| it’s fine it’s fine
|
| It seems quite hard to treat life with regard only if you fall apart
|
| You crave a new start but it seems fair to only care
|
| not about him, her or me just who you want to be
|
| You try to hold on to this certain one
|
| you sigh you feel like you’re the only one
|
| don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong
|
| it’s fine it’s fine
|
| You try to hold on to this certain one
|
| you sigh you feel like you’re the only one
|
| don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong
|
| it’s fine it’s fine
|
| Cause you know the picture of your soul
|
| so pick your head up and go
|
| just take it slow
|
| let your feather soak
|
| into the colour of growth
|
| let it turn from silver into gold
|
| Hour after hour you seem to devour your vision of their power they seem like a
|
| flower but there’s nothing more sour than a rose that lost its colour don’t care
|
| 'bout what you see just who you want to be
|
| You try to hold on to this certain one
|
| you sigh you feel like you’re the only one
|
| don’t cry you don’t know yet where you belong
|
| it’s fine it’s fine
|
| Cause you know
|
| the picture of your soul
|
| so pick your head up and go
|
| just take it slow
|
| let your feather soak
|
| into the colour of growth
|
| let it turn from silver into gold
|
| badada down
|
| badada down |