You''ll be my.You''ll be my road

When i''m tinking of you i swear i

I said i .Want some lights when i''m walking this road)

Four at the morning. fold a plane to fly through the window

Six at the morning .listening to the birds sing.thinking of you

I say you don''t understand me.I say you don''t have idea

I say you don''t think of my feelings

It''hard to admit.It''s sad to admit. I tihnk

Open your earsopen your eyes

You don''t have to pretend to be blind

Open your earsopen your mind

Everything is besides you here

Here* Here*