Stranger Than Fiction

moi Caprice

It's stranger than fiction

And strangely untold

The people who leave you will never grow old

There are things that I said which I should much rather do

But part of me clutches to people like you

If love were just measured in ampere and Ω

Would you turn the sleigh and come racing straight home?

Is there still hope

That there's still hope?

Yes there is still hope

That there is still hope

I hope