Streets are empty, sellers are packing up
Skies are blank, stars are on vacation
My trench coat,
Offers the only companionship in the silent detour
I hop to find the distant noises I caught
A night parade of balloons and clowns
Unwillingly I crawl myself to it
Trying to seek for redemption
Then I met you, standing amid the crowd
You seem to be a little bit blurry
I offer you my hot beverage
And all, it seems like yesterday
It's impossible
I'm in love again
I thought I'm going to die a lonely man
How was I to know
You never told me
Wiping my eyes
Pinching my cheek
I can't believe
I'm putting this ring into your finger
I thought we were just only friends
How was I to know
You never told me
I should have seen it coming
I should have read the signs
And a little less foolish
I'm sorry I am bit tardy
For that I'm by myself all along
Today, and never, I will not
If with you
Written 0020 24/4/2013
Co-written with Vittaya Boon
UTP
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