*Oh, love, it changes shapes; it glows in many shades
We won’t be gone as long as our echoes resonate
We need no photographs; the past’s not only past
I find us erverywhere and that’s how the magic lasts
We won’t be gone as long as our echoes resonate
We need no photographs; the past’s not only past
I find us erverywhere and that’s how the magic lasts
Everywhere we’ve been, we have been leaving traces
They won’t ever disappear
We were here, we were here, we were really here
And the rains get rough, but time can’t wash us off
We won’t ever disappear
We were her, it was really love *
…der Ohrwurm des Tages. Dem ist nichts hinzuzufügen. Enjoy!
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