so this is love
in the end of december
quiet nights
quiet stars
and i'm here
monday to sunday
cause you're fragile
and i'm weak
so you fall
when the nights grow longer
into sleep
and won't wake up
and i'm here
outside here beside you
and i'm weak
until the spring
don't you worry
i'll be there for you
don't worry about me
you know me better than that
don't you worry
i'll be there for you
i'll catch you if you would fall