I hate to think, because I prefer to feel.
We spent so time wondering about the meaning of life, but forgot how to live.
Asking so many questions and did nothing to seek the answers.
The warmth of a lover's hand,
I hate to think, because I prefer to feel.
We spent so time wondering about the meaning of life, but forgot how to live.
Asking so many questions and did nothing to seek the answers.
The warmth of a lover's hand,
Whilst when we were young,
We used to dream of the person we could have become.
But the best songs are the ones never sung,
But the best poems are the ones never read.