2 months left, of are usual.
We had to plan the date.
2 months left, and you are still left.
From downtown to the pier.
I see the city I explode.
Searching and searching.
I hold the key.
With all the tales filled with lies.
I spend the night searching for you.
With all the tales with lies.
To hold someones hand.
I soon find you.
I see happiness awaiting..