Lyrics

It’s always the same I ́m running out of ink after writing to you. So many lines I wrote down. All that I aim is to make you happy but maybe I am just making it worse. I send you a hundred letters. It’s nine in the evening I’m awaiting yours. I have a hunger, hunger. I`ll give up when all the paper is gone. Maybe they’re flying all over the globe did they make it to you? Somehow, I hope this is true. All that I aim is to make you happy but maybe I am just making it worse. I send you a hundred letters. It’s nine in the evening I’m awaiting yours. I have a hunger, hunger. I`ll give up when all the paper is gone. It’s been a while now do I still belong here. I`m in this house without you for a long year. You’re out of reach but I still believe that I belong here cause you belong here to.