Now I know, that it's hard for you to let it show.
If I were a mockingbird, I would sing you a song,
and I hope that you would sing along.
So it seems,
like this life could be made of dreams.
If I were a mockingbird, I would sing you a song,
and I hope that you would sing along.
I wish I knew how this love song ends.
I guess it all depends.
SCA 1989