
The girl in my eye’s view
On the bridge in the middle of a crossing
Yet there is no movement
As if she is lost
In her thoughts
Or her dreams
Not showing which one it is
Maybe a bit of both
Since they both belong to her
Alex

The girl in my eye’s view
On the bridge in the middle of a crossing
Yet there is no movement
As if she is lost
In her thoughts
Or her dreams
Not showing which one it is
Maybe a bit of both
Since they both belong to her
Alex