when i sit down to write a song
i never know where i should start
to say the words because it rhymes
it has been done too much for me to try
i get up weary and turn around
i never knew we’ve got so right
it feels the same as every time
i’ve come to say that special line
when i sit down to write a poem
i never know what i should say
to speak of you as summer rains
is falling short of ending ride
i get up weary and turn around
i never knew we’ve got so right
it feels the same as every time
i try to say that special line
we get up to walk away
i sometimes doubt if i should go
when i walk out and fly away
i never know when i will return
i get up weary and turn around
i never knew we’ve got so right
it feels the same as every time
i try to say that special line
i never know where i should start
to say the words because it rhymes
it has been done too much for me to try
i get up weary and turn around
i never knew we’ve got so right
it feels the same as every time
i’ve come to say that special line
when i sit down to write a poem
i never know what i should say
to speak of you as summer rains
is falling short of ending ride
i get up weary and turn around
i never knew we’ve got so right
it feels the same as every time
i try to say that special line
we get up to walk away
i sometimes doubt if i should go
when i walk out and fly away
i never know when i will return
i get up weary and turn around
i never knew we’ve got so right
it feels the same as every time
i try to say that special line
lyrics: helmuth meijer
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