Tell me when

Will you come back (to me)

Tell me how

I'll pick you up

 

Over my, head

Into my. Arms

We’ll travel far

or lie beneath the stars

 

 

Maybe it will last,

maybe we’ll get lost ….

like the footsteps before spring

 

What a view

But without you

It's like third world place  - dejavu

 

Tell me why

Your tears don't dry

Although you smile

I see them right behind your eyes (so green) - like the footsteps in the spring

 

Outside my window sits a woman

I think you know who she is

She writes her journal about her journeys

and the sun rays and their kiss

She lights me up

She makes me think

How I gave her up

Bout the things I missed

 

Maybe it will last, maybe we’ll get lost ….like the footsteps before spring