When I reach to hold you, I'll still be alone. When I heard the ringin' of the telephone. I'll think it is you. It will not be true. . I know why the river runs.
I'm making flowers out of paper. While darkness takes the afternoon. I know that they won't last forever. But real ones fade away too soon. . I still cry sometimes when I remember you.
When I reach to hold you I'll still be alone. When I hear the ringing of the telephone. I'll think it is you It will not be true. . I know why the river runs.
I'm making flowers out of paper. While darkness takes the afternoon. I know that they won't last forever. But real ones fade away too soon. . I still cry sometimes when I remember you.