Remote

Bobo in White Wooden Houses

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how much I would like
to take care of you
but nothing has been found
to make it possible
you`ve been so close
for so long
no way to return
to go on

while you are so remote
and nothing feels like home
while you are counting backwards
I am still yours

how much I would like
to trade with you
yet everything I`ve got was
unpredictable
far cry from here
we will grow
why don´t you file away the darkness
and you`ll know

while you are so remote
nothing feels like home
while you are counting backwards
I am still yours

you are so remote