I didn't know how much you loved me
because when we were together you covered my eyes.
I didn' t know then, how happy I was
because even if you hid, my embrace as small.
It isn't till after I've been taught seperation, I know.
I count to ten and when I turn around
I can't move a step because I feel,
like a habit, that you just might call out to me,
that you just might look for me.
I count to ten and when I turn around
I can't move a step because I feel,
like a habit, that you just might call out to me,
that you just might look for me.
It wouldn't be too late right?
It wouldn't be I couldn't see you hiding
because the world is so big and spacious?
The more I count the stars and the more the days go
I'll wait, even if it's hard and painful.
When the day comes that you come back, I won't let you go again.
I'm practicing, today too, how to walk backwards.
