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When all are dizzy and happy from too much wine |
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I leave the party behind |
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To walk alone with my thoughts and this spinning mind |
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Through this cold night |
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But there she stands |
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And she walks like you |
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And she smiles almost like you |
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A child of the wild just like you |
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(Yes) |
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For a second, I think I get a glimpse |
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Of the real her behind |
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She's warm and fragile with smiles that reach to her eyes |
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For just this moment |
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A change so sublime |
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And if she'd looked me deep into my eyes and softly asked me to |
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I'd be in her bed and in her flesh and waste the life I knew |
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So I hold my breath and close my eyes and focus on the wine |
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Let this trembling moment pass us by, so I could say goodnight |
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But then, on impulse, I almost touch her face |
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Before I pull back my hand. |
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And we get nervous, we laugh and she spills her wine |
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Both so awkward |
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For what's on our mind |
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And she talks like you |
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And she smells almost like you |
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A child of the wild just like you |
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But she's not all you |
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Even strives not to be you |
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Just like every sister would do |
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And perhaps it's the wine |
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Or that you're in her eyes |
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But I want her this one single time |
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(just this one time) |
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And if she'd look me deep into my eyes and softly asked me to |
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I'd be in her bed and in her flesh and waste a life I knew |
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So I hold my breath and close my eyes and focus on the wine |
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Let this trembling moment pass us by, and then we'll say goodnight |
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And if I'd look into her eyes and softly asked her to |
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She would give herself and give her flesh, and waste the life she knew |
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So we hold our breaths and close our eyes and take a sip of wine |
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But this thirst has emptied every glass, and we should say goodnight |
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God, help me say goodnight |
