It's a lie, it's a lie to say I love you;
It's a crime, it's a crime to say I do.
But all this time I felt a connection to your soul. Oh hear me, oh hear me.
For a while I have been wondering what you are doing. If you are fine. If you are thinking about me too.
We never really meet. It's just in two fantasies. Oh hear me, oh hear me.
What am I supposed to feel?
What am I supposed to do now?
What am I supposed to say?
What am I supposed to be now?
Ah...
Your borders are breaking the slumbers. The slumbers are started to awakeness. The awakeness is breaking the barriers ...the barriers in two.
Like a child being caught up in the movies. Paralised like a reindeer in headlights.
This is the way I feel, when I think of what could be. Imagine. Imagine!
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to feel now?
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to say now?
What am I supposed to feel?
What am I supposed to feel now?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to feel now?
Ah...
