What's pulling me down? Doubt, suspicion, excessive paranoid reasoning. Maybe I should take a step back and learn to breathe, to live and let die. Maybe I shouldn't worry about what will work or not. What matters is that we're living the moment. Let my dreams fly with song and colour, let nothing hold them back. Defy gravity. And when I came falling back to the ground, at least I know I've lived.
How do you measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee -
How about love?
The lights, the atmosphere and that smile, that smile, I can't forget it - it was a dream. It was a dream that came to life. That smile - and then, in my ecstasy, I didn't know what to do -
Bring it back, bring it back
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