Из альбома: Notes and the Like
Things may seem
Tomehow unsure in times
Things refined
Directions signed sometimes
Today, we hold it, we're friends tomorrow
Today, we call it, and then tomorrow
The perfect chance, once in a while
And lucky hands, once in a while
Whoever near, ever so far, sometimes
Whatever dear, ever so feared, sometimes
Whoever near
Whoever near
Days in sights
Days then heard in times
Days and signs
Becoming clear, sometimes
Today, we hold it, we're friends tomorrow
Today, we call it, and then tomorrow
The perfect chance, once in a while
And lucky hands
Today, we hold it, we're friends tomorrow
Today, we call it, and then tomorrow
However life, compared to show,
Once back, once fourth, but only go
Today, we hold it, we're friends tomorrow
Today, we call it and then tomorrow
The perfect chance, once in a while
And lucky hands, once in a while
Today, we hold it, we're friends tomorrow
Today, we call it and then tomorrow
The perfect chance, once in a while
And lucky hands, once in a while