Besedila: Dead Soul Tribe. Once.

Once
I was strong
Now I see
I was wrong
What I need
All along
I ve received
Now it s gone

Once
You were here
And I wanted you near
Now I ve made
What I ve feared
Now I ve made
What I feared

You keep me wanting you

When I think of you
I wish that you were here
Every now and then
I dream about you my dear
I d tell you my regret would never disappear

If I could see you once again

Once
I believed
Now I feel so deceived
That I should be relieved
That our love is bereaved

You keep me wanting you

When I think of you
I wish that you were here
Every now and then
I dream about you my dear
I d tell you my regret would never disappear
If I could see you once again