Текст: Maria Mena. White Turns Blue. Take you with me.

November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come clean

Observe me in my circus show
On a thin line as I take my rope
And lose my grip but you, you pull me back

With your hand in my hand and
Our feet, all in line
I'm ready to take you with me
To take you with me

November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come

Your hand in my hand and
Our feet all in line
I'm ready to take you with me
To take you with me

Your hand in my hand and
Our feet all in line
I'm ready to take you with me
to take you with me