Sometimes it's all about you
Sometimes it's all about me
And everything that we see

Is what we want it to be
If it's all a theory
Can you tell me clearly

What it is exactly
That you still won't tell me
What I need is a story

Even if it's just a story
What a way, what a day
To walk away

What a way, what a day
To walk away
I stood waiting for it



For an end I almost knew

Counting every moment
Isn't patience a virtue?
But if I held my breath

I would've fainted so fast
If I crossed my fingers
It'd be too long to hold back

There was the slide that I saw
A love without any flaws
But there is no such thing

It's a gold you can't touch
I'll stay waiting for it
I'll put all my time on break

Until I see the full page
Any answer come my way