Running into my clone
I wonder if I’m
Over the hills
Or if I’m running into my clone
I won’t mind
If a ghost
Would blow his trumpet to finnaly let me know
All across the city
I see your footprints and marks
On the whispering wind
Across the breakwater
I fell the inspiration
Taking over my soul
I hope this is not an
Ironic dream
Just plaguing me so
I doubt that this can get any better
I’m happy when I’m on my own
Yet this can be so much better
When we’re together on our own
I thought that this couldn't get any better
Living the dream on my own
Yet this can be so much better
Sharing our dreams
You make me thrive
