Life is not measured in the moments we breathe, but in the moments that take our breath away |
Cada noche que pasa
Miro al cielo...
If I could only explain
My feelings out loud...
As I relive the past each day
A tear slowly forms...
Have you ever had that dream
That you would wish come true...
Como quieras que dure todo este amor
Siento las cosas se perdieron...
Peor que la muerte
Peor que un adios...
I look at this window
See nothing but dark...
I just want you to hold me
Hold me O' so close...
I reach to your heart
Nearly every day...
Another morning alone
The sun rising backwards...
Love is like an investment you have to research some of the past to predict the future, but like the stock's love can rise above its value, but at the same time, crash in seconds |
Words, are the temporary prair of your heart. |
If love was meant to be so perfect |