Sophie Zelmani
Wait For Cry

If I am your stolen mind
It could get back to you
Don't you think that's right

I don't know how hard you held me
There must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me

If I am your sickness now
I wouldn't be of a kind
That would let you die

You haven't really told me yet
So it still must be fifty and fifty
on what I'll get

If I am your question now
Could as well be a riddle
That only takes some time

Still the days are just passing by
Wait for rain, wait for cry

If I am your wood in where you're lost
The trees could crease
For fields that's opening up

Still the day is letting me deny
I wait for rain, I wait for cry


Mirror lyrics:

I wait for rain, I wait for cry
Still the day is letting me deny

For fields that's opening up
The trees could crease
If I am your wood in where you're lost

Wait for rain, wait for cry
Still the days are just passing by

That only takes some time
Could as well be a riddle
If I am your question now

on what I'll get
So it still must be fifty and fifty
You haven't really told me yet

That would let you die
I wouldn't be of a kind
If I am your sickness now

Fully let go on me
There must be a chance you haven't
I don't know how hard you held me

Don't you think that's right
It could get back to you
If I am your stolen mind


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