13:6:35 - Belleruche

So listen to it

You’ve got to make it fit

And if you mess it up

You’ve got to start

All over all over again

Oh again

Once more

Once more and again

So try to give it up

And listen hard to your heart

And smile at me

Make it short, make it sweet

Well you may complain about your destiny

Not giving you the cards you would like to see

Well you may complain about your destiny

Not giving you the cards you would like to see

So give it up

And you may see

All the gold stars in your skies

Give it up

And you may feel

Tiny little kisses from me

Oh don’t be late

Make it quick

I tell you now

I won’t wait

Make it up

As we go along

Make it short

But most of all

Most of all make it sweet

So break my heart

As you break it down

And I loose my thought

And we loose motion