Leja I don't know anymore if I'll be able to see you this through Will I ever be able to earn enough money The night is cold In the winter
When I saw you for the first time Leja I can no longer remember how it felt The roads stay wet In the winter
In your mother's eyes We were teenagers We could believe in the things up there In your mother's eyes I wanted to see and I wanted to believe
But times have changed And we aren't getting younger I can't even keep up with it anymore Our last nightly dreams scattered like water streams On the grass
Leja Fasten it The way it was Then we will be able to Leja
But now you're just the pen on a napkin Which I must have forgotten somewhere again
The unoriginality Just like derivative self-reproach I wrote myself out Out of this story
In your mother's eyes We were teenagers We could believe in the things up there In your mother's eyes I wanted to see and I wanted to believe
But times have changed And we aren't getting younger I can't even keep up with it anymore Our last nightly dreams scattered like water streams On the grass
Leja Fasten it The way it was I can't even keep up with it anymore
Leja Fasten it The way it was Then we will be able to Leja