💬🤍So many people to go to bed with,How few you want to wake ..
Added 2024-12-18 10:53:35 +0000 UTC💬🤍
So many people to go to bed with,
How few you want to wake up with.
And smile in the morning when we say goodbye
And wave and smile,
And wait all day long, anxious to hear from them.
There's so many people you can just live with,
To drink coffee in the morning, to talk and argue with...
With whom you can go on holiday to the sea,
♪ And be there for each other, for better or for worse ♪
♪ To be there for you ♪ But not love.
There's so few people you want to dream with!
Watching the clouds swarm in the sky,
To write words of love on the first snow
And think only of this man...
And never know or wish for more happiness.
There's so few people to be quiet with,
Who understands with half a word, half a look,
To whom it's not a pity to give year after year,
For whom you can give as a reward,
Any pain, any execution...
That's how it goes on and on
-"Easy to meeet, painless to part.
Why is that? Because there's plenty of people to go to bed with.
And not enough people to wake up with.
We're scrambling around: -- work... life... things to do...
If you want to hear, you have to listen.
And when we run, we see only bodies...
Stop to see the soul.
We choose with our hearts -- with our minds...
♪ We're afraid to smile ♪
♪ But we only open our souls to the one ♪
♪ To the one we want to wake up with ♪
♪ There's so many people to talk to ♪
There are so few to whom silence is so reverent.
When hope is a thin thread
Between us like a simple understanding.
So many to grieve with,
Questions to fuel doubts.
How few are there with whom you can recognise
As a reflection of yourself in your life.
There are so many with whom it's better to keep silent,
To whom it's better not to speak when we're sad.
How few we can trust
To whom we can confide what we've kept from ourselves.
With whom we can find strength of heart
Whom we trust with heart and soul.
Whom we'll call
When trouble opens our doors
There are so few with whom we can be -- without wisdom.
With whom we've drink our sorrows and our joys.
They're probably the only ones
We've loved this fickle world.
There's so many to go to bed with,
There's so few to wake up with...
