Second

Yeah I stopped for a second or two When I was on my way To wherever my second self Has strayed It's not that bad over here But if I am honest I'd rather be with my old me By all means I want me to feel… I want me to feel, again I want me to feel The sweet spring sunbeams And their colours are somehow grey Is that why my old me Just ran away and has strayed It's not as grey as it seems But even when the colours are there They somehow fade away So I pray for the Second visit to the old times When the Weather always felt so nice And the Right time wasn't even second ahead from now Second ahead from now Second ahead I want that second visit to the old times When the Weather always felt so nice And the Right time wasn't even second ahead from now Second ahead from now I want that… I want that… (Not even second ahead) (Not even second ahead) I want that Second visit to the old times When the Weather always felt so nice And the Right time wasn't even second ahead from now Second ahead from now Second ahead I want that Second visit to the old times When the Weather always felt so nice And the Right time wasn't even second ahead from now Second ahead from now I want that… I want that…