so this is love
in the end of december
quiet nights
quiet stars
and I'm here
monday to sunday
cause you're fragile
and I'm weak
so you fall
when the nights grow longer
into sleep
and won't wake up
and i'm here
and i'm sitting beside you
and i wait until the spring
don't you worry
I'll be there for you
don't worry about me
you know me better than that
I'll catch you if you would fall
so you drift
when the days grow colder
away from me
and won't look back
faraway
and I can't guide you
but I'm here
till the spring