My Surface Think Of You
Just another day which is dead Just another evening lyinig on my bed Feelings explode and wishes are too far Thoughts of you invade my head My eyes are blinded by your face Because I don't know your feelings' taste Oh, are they sweat? Or bitterly intense? I know there is no chance to win the race Just another day lying on my bed The invading words begin to spread Get strong and fill me up with pictures of your face I can't catch any chance to win the race
