La cursiva es mía

I don't know how I lose control

It's time for me, to feed my soul

We always think of all of the things we should do

but never stop and try, you know what you have to do

They say we don't have time, in this real world

to do what we dream about, dreams full of hopes

I try to listen, to listen to my soul

I'm a dreamsercher, serching for my real soul

...'cause your sweet smile feeds me

my body and soul wants more

I don't know how to say

"...Guardas las fotografías.
Yo guardo las botellas vacías.
Guardas el último baile.
Yo guardo el tiempo perdido,
para que el mundo no acabe..."