Myriam Two

Why is it always you, that makes it seem, every day’s good news, a dog with a bone, doesn't know disease, especially when it roams, if the wind blows cruel, it won't stop our dreams, can even shed a few, come over here dead slow, move to a twisted beat, catch me with mellow tones, sing when we’ve had a few, now is just our history, forget the stuff we blew, even the days you moan, you're never creepy, forget I’m not alone, laugh the way you do, it's never just the sea, nothing seems to frighten you, let me believe.