Wat uitleg erbij: Het nummer word gezongen op een langzaam deuntje met enkelt basgitaar en country gitaar...
Soort van rock ballad moet het worden...
Missing before...
I miss the sound off old guitars,
the shivering that comes from fear.
Being the night as I was the sun,
And I loved the place where I belong.
I miss your arms around me,
exspecially when I'm alone.
Missing the day's before you,
and a place called home.
I miss the nights on the roof,
Sleeping alone underneath the stars.
I miss the people who understood,
And I'm missing my brotherhood.
I miss the dream that kept me alive,
missing all those feelings inside.
And I miss those arms who would protect,
There's no one else for you instead.
I miss the sun below the streets,
And I miss the people who where happy.
I still miss your smiling face,
and the window too your place.
I miss your voice in the morning,
who made me angry when it was early.
I missed the garden but I forgot,
how it looked like, but...
I miss the way we children played,
miss the fights between all ages.
And I miss the carpet and the fire,
where we shared long cold lonley nights.
I miss true friendship and true love,
I miss everything it was.
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