Limerence کے بول

There's a longing we share, you know, for the waves at dawn It comes and goes, it seethes and flows Am I wrong to be waiting for you? Am I wrong to be waiting for you? Well I'd rather dance alone than wonder I'd rather dance alone than wonder: Could he love a girl? Could he love a girl? (Could he love a girl? Could he love a girl?) There's a wound that we share, you know, from the path we chose It pulls us low, it bleeds and grows Am I wrong to be waiting for you? Am I wrong to be waiting for you? Well I'd rather dance alone than wonder I'd rather dance alone than wonder: Could he love a girl? Could he break his stubborn will for her? Could he love a girl? Could he break his stubborn will for her?