© André Weet 2005

See, I´ve been so busy all the time.
Couldn´t see our little world in decline.
We will go our sepearte ways again
O, this life that we lead it is hell.
The friends that we got they are as well
They´ll return to the shadows again.



Sometimes love comes a –knockin´
Comes a- knockin´ at your door.
You frankly say: “O, I do love you, but I still don´t know what love is for”.


And what´s the use in all of this dreamin´?
When dreamin´ never ever gets you away from here?
We´ll return to the shadows again.

Sometimes love comes a –knockin´
Comes a- knockin´ at your door.
You frankly say: “O, I do love you, but I still don´t know what love is for”.