So under accounting, missing hardness, first, forever.

But I think of a day when the sun used to set on my empty heart all alone in my bed.

Tossing and turning emotions was strong, I knew I had to hold on.

It would not be the last one.

Another art.

Oh, hey.

When you would be here in my arms, we Waiting for tonight, oh I dreamed of this love for so long Waiting for tonight, oh When you would be here in my arms Waiting for tonight, oh I dreamed of this love for so long Waiting for tonight,