Vārdi:
Days Difference Unaware

We hope, we try, we live, survive Counting days, trying to get by Waiting for the calling Anticipation in the air We hope and dream of difference City sleeping, unaware

Vanessa's father, he liked to be alone Creating works of art, which he'd paint in a cottage made of stone One day I crept inside, and I was unaware of

boy becomes a picture Of guilt and sympathy, And so I think of you In memory Of the days we were together, And I knew that you loved me That was the difference