c 2001 - Joost Eijkholt
Sometime
shes looking at her reflection,
mirrored by the window of a train
and she keeps me wondering.
you cant see a lie
lying on her lips
or a glimpse of hate
in her honest eyes.
and she seems very shy,
shes the butterfly
roaming around inside my stomach.
and i hope well be together sometime.
her beautiful cheeks
seem like an ancient scenery,
forgotten in the time of history.
beautiful surroundings...
though she seems very shy,
shes the butterfly
roaming around inside my stomach.
and i hope well be together sometime, sometime
shes looking at her reflection
and as a stone in a pond,
the train trembles, slowly away to its destination.
now its gone...
still hoping... sometime...