I was young and in love. But such love wasn’t enough to escape or to wait. We could have met inbetween, but we both had dreams.
You came in the spring, but left before I could see the snow.
Maybe I know your voice or maybe I don’t. But when I meet your soul, you’ll be the one I’ll love.
You wanted me, but I didn’t want to be wanted, I wanted to be loved.
I found love, but not you.