Les paroles de cette chanson me touche particulièrement car elles
sont le reflet de la femme romantique que je suis avec ses rêves et
ses envies... Celle d'être la femme d'un seul homme à la vie à la mort.
All I know is that you're so nice, You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go, See if we could be something.
I wish I was your favourite girl, I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish I was your favourite smile, I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.
I wish you couldn't figure me out, But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset, I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly, 'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see. Basically, I wish that you loved me, I wish that you needed me, I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.
I wish that without me your heart would break, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake. I wish that without me you couldn't eat, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.
All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen; I wish that we could see if we could be something
The mention of God, Makes me strange, The battle of words, And the wars we wage, And the castles of time , We build up straight, Just to run out of room, And we build sideways. Sometimes I feel, My blood runs cold. And the conscious stain, Won’t wash away, Tell me what are we waiting for. And the acid rain, Right through my veins, Tell me what are we waiting for. And I’m catching a bird, And it makes me feel, Like I’m talking to her, Through the atmosphere, And I know that I’m right, Just can’t let go, Of the beauty in flight, And the world we know. Sometimes I feel, My blood runs cold. And the conscious stain, Won’t wash away, Tell me what are we waiting for. And the acid rain, Right through my veins, Tell me what are we waiting for. Now is so far gone, Let we can’t let go. We’re so far gone, That my blood runs cold. The conscious stain, Won’t wash away, Tell me what are we waiting for. The acid rain, Right through my veins, Tell me what are we waiting for. The hurricanes and tidal waves, Tell me what are we waiting for. The conscious stain, Won’t wash away, Tell me what are we waiting for.
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