There is a time to loose yourself
In the arms of another.
And there is a time
To find yourself again.
Search, search... those quiet back-alleys
Till you find the pieces you lost somewhere
Hidden with treasures
Undiscovered still.
You have it all, just look
In the deepest recesses
Of your soul.
In the arms of another.
And there is a time
To find yourself again.
Search, search... those quiet back-alleys
Till you find the pieces you lost somewhere
Hidden with treasures
Undiscovered still.
You have it all, just look
In the deepest recesses
Of your soul.