Mijn echte held.
Sitting Waiting Wishing.
" ...
I was sitting waiting wishing
that you believed in superstitions.
Then maybe you'd see the signs.
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
and I ain't the Lord,
no I'm just a fool.
And loving somebody
don't make them love you.
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing the fool?
..."
Crying shame.
"...
I can close my eyes, its still there.
Close my mind, be alone.
Close my heart and not care.
But gravity has got a hold on us all.
Its a terrific price to pay
but in the true sense of the word:
are we using what we've learned?
In the true sense of the word:
Are we losing what we were?
It;s such a tired game.
Will it ever stop?
Is not for me to say,
is it in our blood?
Or is it just our fate?
And how will this all play out
upside out of my mouth.
And who we going to blame?
On and on.
Its such a crying, crying, crying shame
..."
Belle.
"But, Belle,
Je ne comprends pas francais
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way."
Do you remember.
"Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do.
It was some time
in early September.
Though you were lazy about it.
You made me wait around.
I was so crazy about you,
I didn't mind.
So I was late for class.
I locked my bike to yours.
It wasn't hard to find:
Your painted flowers, oh.
Guess that I was afraid
that if you rode away,
You might not roll back
my direction real soon.
Well I was crazy about you then.
And now the craziest thing of all:
Over 10 years have gone by
and your still mine.
Locked in time.
Lets rewind