Из альбома: Dulcinea

Another day I call and never speak
And you would say nothing's changed at all
And I can't feel much hope for anything
If I won't be there to catch you when you fall

Again
It seems we meet
In the spaces
In between
We always say
It won't take long
But something's always wrong

Another game of putting things aside
As if we'll come back to them sometime
A brace of hope
A pride of innocence
And you would say something has gone wrong

Again
It seems we meet
In the spaces
In between
We always say
It won't take long
But something's always wrong

Again
It seems we meet
In the spaces
In between
We always say
It won't take long
But something's always wrong

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