Of pictures and of promises
An arrow drawn in time
That's pointing to me standing here
With your words on my mind
And every night I dream of you
While lying in my bed
And ever since I was a boy
keeps running through my head
(Promises, promises, promises, promises)
And when we meet
My mind is making promises of you
And when you go, I know you know
It breaks my heart in two
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