Pages

Текст песни Andrea von Kampen - Pages

Well he filled the room with sunlight
Like a warmth in the air and I could feel it
When he left I was still here
Sitting in a cold and unmade bed

But we were pages
Pages of words
That will never be spoken
Yes we were pages
Pages of words
That will never be spoken

When I look back on this day
I know I could say it's for a reason
When I start to doubt myself
I can trust that a plan will unfold

But we were pages
Pages of words
That will never be spoken
Yes we were pages
Pages of words
That will never be spoken

And now I can see
What I meant to you
And what you meant to me

Well he filled the room with sunlight
Like a warmth in the air and I could feel it