Urma - Wishlist lyrics

a little room for you and me

a better way for me to be

the silver ring on my left hand

a child to give a bit of sense

a little rush to warm the blood

some piece of mind for me to hold

a day of rest to cool the brakes

a meaning for my damn mistakes

well...it's taking too long

and it's taking me all

it's taking too much...

so i blame...lack of touch

the touch of my best friend

a silent nest to hear myself

on way to love my gods again

your smile to keep the trouble out

a friend to reach when i am down

a dear mother waiting home

the coffee flavor, down the hall

few simple words "my son, you're great

you bring me joy with all you make.."

well... it's taking too long

guess we're dreaming alone

and it's taking too much

so i balme... lack of touch...

the touch of my best frïend