How can you be sure? How could you know? How can't you feel? How can you be alive if he's not there? How can you still keep thinking? How can everything be a mess? Hell
There I was - waiting. I was waiting for something to happen. I was claiming that whenever it happened, I wouldn't need anything else. Now it's here and I haven't stopped needing - quite on the contrary. I keep needing; more than before. The feeling is that the needs have increased in the same proportion to the loss of the self.
My personal drive has gone awry, though, from time to time, it shows its tip on the surface. And that's precisely when an avalanche hits my head, and I feel the urge to change the whole thing again - the revolving side of revolution.
And now what?
There's a blank space, longing to be filled. I write it down, and erase it right away. I write it back again, erase again. And now what? I know the answer, but I don't want to give it.
And now what?
I was flat out wrong. Actually, I knew, each time I said that, I knew. I knew it was untrue. Still, I kept repeating it and well, somebody out there heard, and, most of all, believed me. Then, I was given what I asked for. And the only thing I keep asking myself, now, is: "And now what?"
Flowers for my heart, tender words, And a gentle touch that says so much This is how I've heard that love should always be. Love light in his eyes, he'll look at me And in one bright moment, I will see That all my dreams of love are just as love should be. I have dreamed that he will give me wings to fly, And give my soul a taste of paradise, That I will feel the magic of romance, By his side. There'll be music in my head when I hear him say, That he loves me now and everyday, This is how I've heard that love should always be. I will feel the magic of romance, By his side. No matter how long it takes to find him, I will let my dreams remind me, That somewhere out there he's waitin for me... Just waiting to show me how love should Be. Show me, show me how love should be.