Album: When Hare and Fox Had Fun
thought i'd found my kindred soul in you
had to learn how cruel my kind could be
freeze all smiles and lie in wait for tears
count my faults and miss to kiss me
your scowl - makes out of the sweetest touch
a big punch that is too much
your glower - makes out of the sweetest scent
an unbearable - smell that could be hell
your cold manner - out of a simple word
an injust - sentence that should hurt
your angry look - makes out of a simple thing
the cruelest ones
i've ever heard of
takes away my courage
and destroys a little heart
that tried to learn to beat for you
i was not honest all the time
but i was honest
when i said that i love you
sometimes you don't notice simple hints
and suddenly you realize
that things went wrong
and pay the price
for having thing looking so nice
and then the difficulties grow
and you persistently ignore
that they are knocking at your door
but you go for a walk inside
look at me, i talk to you
if you don't talk to me i go
not everyting must be a show
not every show has to go on
if you don't talk to me i run
if you don't talk to me i run
if you don't talk to me i run