Lyrics: Plisnier Music: Plisnier Publishing by Edition Soundmill / Indra
Early morning drivin' home - some tears are in my mind
Leavin'broken glass of love behind
My heart is crying but my head says 'it's the better way
There's been no change to make it go - too much was not okay
It seems to be the old cruel game, that happens all the time
It's hard to keep two people's love on an equal line
Yet I won't and can't stop searchin' for a deep true love
I hope to find one, hope to feel one - I'm sure that I could never get enough
Hey, hey girl, when we will meet?
Hey, hey you girl, wan't you see me bleed?
Many times I imagine all the love a luck could bring
But remember that it's also such a mind - destroying thing
'Cause it hurts if I can't be myself, but I'm feeling lonesome if I am
So where's the way for me to go - I try to find it - but I can't
And so it seems to be the old cruel rule that's valid all the time
It is hard to find a lover - on an equal line
Yet I won't and can't stop searchin' for a deep true love
I hope to find one, I hope to feel one - I'm sure that I could never get enough