How soft a whisper can get When you're walking through a crowded space I hear every word being said And I remember that everyday I get a little bit closer to you
How long an hour can take When you're staring into open space When I feel I'm slipping further away I remember that everyday I get a little bit closer to you
These are the days That I won't get back I won't hear you cry Or hear you laugh And when it's quite And I don't hear a thing I can always hear you breathe
You know there's nowhere else I've wanted to be Than be there when you need me I'm sorry too But don't give up on me And just remember that when you get asleep I got a little bit closer to you
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How soft a whisper can get
RispondiEliminaWhen you're walking through a crowded space
I hear every word being said
And I remember that everyday
I get a little bit closer to you
How long an hour can take
When you're staring into open space
When I feel I'm slipping further away
I remember that everyday
I get a little bit closer to you
These are the days
That I won't get back
I won't hear you cry
Or hear you laugh
And when it's quite
And I don't hear a thing
I can always hear you breathe
You know there's nowhere else
I've wanted to be
Than be there when you need me
I'm sorry too
But don't give up on me
And just remember that when you get asleep
I got a little bit closer to you