Pascale Ost (21-11-1970 / Antwerp)
I'm drifting away on a cloud,
And all I do is thinking.
Thinking about you,
How it would be,
How it should be,
How it could be...
Memories of you are fading in,
A little smile around my mouth,
I can almost feel the touch of your lips.
Thunder is coming,
I'm falling down from my cloud,
Two strong hands,
Holding me tight.
I got you
I will never let you fall
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