August Born
A Lot Like You
Chasing after the shimmering, evanescent textures of time
And let no one say it will never come again
Scents linger, small dreams
Splashing water, small worlds
Ah..., a lot like you
I can't stand still
Like running after tears
The one, the only, the time of times
The way it was, the way it is
From Letras Mania