When my time will be long
When you’re home will be cold
When I’ll see the pictures
All in black and white
It will mean a lot for me
As a dreamer I would run after
The Sun
Catch and feel the warm
That you’d have left
When the fire will be, burnt out
And the walls have yellowed
It will mean a lot for us
As a dreamer I would run after
The Sun
Catch and feel the warm
That you’d have left
