I:
Oh no, it's Tiny again
Sitting on these stairs, I remember when
She was waiting for a friend to hold her tight
Searching for a place where she could hide
Where she could spend the night
II:
I see her crying again
Playing all the games her parents ban
Dreaming of a world where she has a chance
Imagine the truth, her search for sense
In a last romance
Chorus I:
Want to hold her
Want to dry her eyes
Want to hear her and her advice
Want to touch her
Want to open my door
Want to be the one she was waiting for
III:
Now I remember our last walk
Realize her last words in our talk
I'm sure my useless days are gone
I feel departure date has come
Because my task is done
Chorus II:
Want to hold her
Want to dry her eyes
Want to meet her in paradise
Want to touch her
Want to open my door
Want to be the one she was waiting for