歌词
Tale of a man and his favourite friend
He opens all the doors until the week meets end
Visiting galleries in Prague of all places
Her world looked so pretty no time here was wasted
A trip to the countryside a holiday too
He noticed that she started saying "me and you"
The sun went down it was his time to go
Sad once again he had to leave her at home
So what's next from here?
Go to Paris for a year?
Hold onto nothing
Turn it into something
So what's next from here?
Could it wait a year?
Building a house while he was away
Counting down the seconds til tomorrows today
While they grew older their memories stayed
The waiting was worth it for the smile on their face
So what's next from here?
Go to Paris for a year?
Hold onto nothing
Turn it into something
So what's next from here?
Could it wait a year?
So what's next from here?
Go to Paris for a year?
Hold onto nothing
Turn it into something
So what's next from here?
Go to Paris for a year?
Hold onto nothing
Turn it into something
So what's next from here?
Could it wait a year?
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