Loaded bookshelves and old colored sweaters
Crazy conversation and coffee blabber
Saturday evening laying down on the park grass

Late night insanities
Running around town
Talking about deep thoughts
with God in my mouth
Is this ever gonna happen?

I feel your soft beard
On my cold cheekbones
We hug and we hope to never let go
And that's how everything went in my mind
I cry because this dream can't fade away now
And I try to have a reality check
But I find out that's quite impossible