Make the first move
I’ll make the last one
After a year of a secret love
Glory shall be to none
Are you tired of playing hide and seek?
I’m tired of running week after week
Shall we despair and surrender?
Or better instead, let our eyes to wonder?
Sometimes we dance over a different tempo
The agony of our incendiary memento
Just don’t wake me up yet, not today
Perhaps our love is meant to fade away…