If God could hear my prayers [bad word] my hands through your hair.
I’d like to be a beam
To bring you some sunlight.

I’ve never got my home
Never, never never never,never...

If even the best day
Could last forever...
If even the best day
Could last forever...
Anyway I’d never be like this.

Jesus Christe!
Do you really hear me?
Listen to the rymes of my real feelings!
There’s no [bad word] in any changing.
There’s no need...

Stay the same!
Stay the same!
Stay the same!
Stay the same!