What A Way کے بول

Sometimes it's all about you Sometimes it's all about me And everything that we see Is what we want it to be If it's all a theory Can you tell me clearly What it is exactly That you still won't tell me What I need is a story Even if it's just a story What a way, what a day To walk away What a way, what a day To walk away I stood waiting for it For an end I almost knew Counting every moment Isn't patience a virtue? But if I held my breath I would've fainted so fast If I crossed my fingers It'd be too long to hold back There was the slide that I saw A love without any flaws But there is no such thing It's a gold you can't touch I'll stay waiting for it I'll put all my time on break Until I see the full page Any answer come my way