After sometimes I've finally made up my mind.

She is the girl and I really want to make her mine.

I'm searching everywhere to find her again to tell her I love her

And I'm sorry about the things I've done.





I find her standing in front of the church

The only place in town where I didn't search.

She looks so happy in her wedding dress.

But she's crying while she's saying this: Boy, I miss your kisses all the time but this is twenty five minutes too late.

Through you travelled so far.

Boy, I'm sorry you are twenty five minutes too late.

Against th wind I'm going home again.

Wishing me back to the time when we were more than friends.





Out in the streets place where hungry hearts have nothing to eat.

Inside my head still I can hear the words she said.