Another Way

One thousand golden fields
all over my pillow
exists for single night
now tell me, where do they go

One thousand golden fields
all over your shoulders
after one night I am sure
no, I am not getting older

Hey, you´re my life
and you´re my low
you´re everything that I haved
prayed for
you´re my low

Ref.: Not getting older for this time
not getting over you now
not getting beyond

One thousand spoony words
from your lips
I wanted believed them
they were not lies, but not true