Somehow

You think you have to many names in your list, and so? You have nothing besides you.
Go with yourself alone, carry your friends, just to stumble across another soul from somewhere.

i used to fight with my brain to believe my eyes, to consider your words.
Don’t want you to be my seeker, hunting me through the night. When all we did was play, I prefer simplicity and perseverance.
Anyhow, still want to see the rain tumbling down with you, to see your blue eyes blue, to know your real words coming throw. Still want make love, and carry with me our lovely moment that we used to have.