F.T.F.
Maya Postepski, Robert Alfons
I walk into your room
But I don't know how to say, don't know how to say
I don't know how to say, don't know how to say
I walk into your room
But I don't know how to say, don't know how to say
I don't know how to say, don't know how to say
I don't know how to say, don't know how to say
First she took my hands
Somehow I believe, somehow I believe
Then she took my eyes
Somehow I believe, somehow I believe
Somehow I believe, somehow I believe
Let us see what love would bring!
My believes to the grown
Let us see what love would bring!
My believes to the grown
Let us see what love would bring!
My believes to the grown