The Same One
I remember myself, I remember myself tired and weak, Walking around these old, these old city streets, That was the Friday night you came along, For quite a long time we were alone, And then I thought, That's the same story, the same love Coming this way, coming my way Coming this way, coming my way And now we're here, and now we're here standing like before, Should I trust, should I trust your eyes this time, 'Cause nothing prepared us to fall again, But maybe that that's what this life is about And then I thought, That's the same story, the same love, Coming this way, coming my way But this time keep me closer, this time keep me closer, Closer than before