don´t know much

she doesn´t know much ´bout

the centre of me, the question of how it´ll be

i don´t know much ´bout

her possible fears, how much she can bare

turning every possibility

into a frozen moment, afraid of what she´ll see

once is enough

my heart in her hands, beginning to feel so small

and i don´t know much ´bout

the balance, our ways

don´t leave this in my hands

words by jerker rellmark

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