Nothing, I thought nothing of you
Just another young [bad word] up the mountain
There are many like you

Mistaken, it's not meant to be this
It's not meant to be love
Crossing path and that is all
And that was all

Turning me
And handle [bad word] through me
And close to me

Turning me
And handle [bad word] through me
And close to me

I wish we had one long night
Stain each other
We won't see one another
Will you always remember ?

Turning me
And handle [bad word] through me
And close to me

Turning me
And handle [bad word] through me
And close to me