I love the way you comb your hair,
The way you light a cigarette.
I love to see you move your lips,
Having no clue what youve said.
I once stood behind you moving close,
In the supermarket queue,
I love the smell of your hair,
Although it might just be shampoo.
A voice within said, Come on, this is how you feel,
For once in your life try to fight for something real.
Ive always watched you from afar,
The way you drink in tiny sips.
Ive always watched you leave the bar
With words that never reached my lips.
So if you see me dancing with a girl or two
And you notice how much they resemble you,
Still you cant hear the voice that screams behind my grin
For once in your life try to fight for something you believe in.
It cannot wait, its not to late, for once in your life try to fight for something you believe in.
It cannot wait, its not to late, for once in your life try to fight for something you believe in.
It cannot wait, its not to late, for once in your life try to fight for something you believe in.