Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Something is changing
Can read it in your sad, wet eyes
The strangest thing is that I don't mind
I see you flowing through my fingers
While I don't try to stop
Your fearless pride
I'm too young to blame
Too woman to cry
Over a dream that i know won't survive
I guess that it's too late we're far from the thrills
We once had as habits
And that now we try to buy
Now that it's too late
And nothing seems real
Please don't waste our chances
For brand new wishes...
I'm begging you, please
Don't deny how good it is
We've got a new road, a new way to be
You're too man to fake
Too wise to lie
When we both know that staying here makes us die
I guess that it's too late
We're far from the thrills
We once had as habits
And that now we try to buy
Now that it's too late
And nothing seems real
Please don't waste our chances
For brand new wishes...
Now that it's too late
And nothing seems real
Please don't waste our chances
For brand new wishes...