In the Sun - Charlotte Perrelli

Washing tears

Falling on my shoes

They walk with me

Following my blues

Tired of tasting yesterday

Is dusty on my charm

Someone comes

He’s just not the one

I have to believe it

I’ve already feel it

I’m going low -- low — low

I’ll be an angel

And fly like an angel

Straight to his love line

I have to believe it

I’ve already see it

I might´ve to fall a few more times

But he called me angel

And I’ll be an angel

Able to fly

In the sun in the sun

Something waited for me

In the sun in the sun

Something waits for me

Someone waits for me

Pick my thrills

Now I´m free to go

Hurting now not too much to hurt

I’ll leave be called that dreams survive

And rather until they´re done

Someone comes;

he’s just not the one

I have to believe it

I’ve already feel it

I’m going low -- low — low

I’ll be an angel

And fly like an angel

Able to fly

In the sun in the sun

Something waits for me

Someone waits for me

In the sun

In the sun

Something in the sun

In — in — in the sun

I have to believe it

I’ve already feel it

I’m going low -- low — low

I’ll be an angel

And fly like an angel

Straight to his love line

I have to believe it

I’ve already see it

I might´ve to fall a few more times

But he called me angel

And I’ll be an angel

Able to fly

In the sun in the sun

Something waited for me

In the sun in the sun

Something waits for me

Someone waits for me

Someone waits for me