A bit of inspiration
That doesn"t turn into despair;
A crude miscalculation,
Or was it in the air?

And every time I see you sad,
I lose my colours for a while;
That"s not enough to make me mad,
But is enough to make you smile.

Take your guitar and play for me;
I know the sun is setting.
We"ll be all right as we are free
From greetings and from parting words,
From daring glances, humble nods;
And I just want to touch the sky,
To hold your hand, to let you fly.

This mask of desperation,
This flame of passion it conceals;
A look of admiration,
But not a secret it reveals.

And every time I see you smile,
I lose my courage for a bit;
That"s not enough to live a life,
But is enough to make a dream.

Take your guitar and sing for me.
You know, the sun is setting.
I"ve always thought that we are free
From sleepless nights and endless days,
From make-believes and hearsays,
And I just want to say, "It"s true
That there"s a place for me and you."