Trouble written in the stars
Bending down with open arms
We could hug until were dead
Hiding in the lower denSoGo ahead and make me crazyTell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
We could make a miracle
Tell me that you feel the same
We could fight until were dead
I dont want that in our bedSoI really want to kiss you crazyTiming is a blurry word
Never ever understood
We could fret until the end
Or fluoresce in troubles handSoGo ahead and drive me crazyI would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like
I would feel like you would feel
Signing on an empty deal
Running fast until the end
Far away from troubled landSoGo ahead and drive me crazyI would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like, i would feel like
I would feel like you would feel
Signing on an empty deal
Running fast until the end
Far away from troubled land