words by Linn..
Im stearing down at my feet. Where will them take me next? Im looking at my hands. What are my hands gonna feel and touch? Are my feet gonna take me to yours? Are my hands ever gonna touch your naked skin again? Im not sure. So I rather stay than try, cause what if its not worth it? So, is this it? No more love? Or should i take my chance and let my feet take me where I most of all would like to be? In a bed - far, far away from everything - and should I let my hands once again touch your skin? But what if its not gonna be as I wish? I rather keep those thoughts in my head and let it be. Cause, what if its not the same?
I wish I had a factory that made love. Then I would take you into my love factory and make some. Cause love doesn't exist. But I wish I could make some. With you.
I wish I had a factory that made love. Then I would take you into my love factory and make some. Cause love doesn't exist. But I wish I could make some. With you.
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