When I set this tone.
Comes love rushing from behind.
By it’s shape and form.
I know it comes from inside.
I’m losing my self, over your love.
Sometimes I wonder if my heart, just moves to fast.
I wonder baby, I wonder.
Sometimes I wonder if this feelings going to last.
I want to. Still I don’t want to.
I’m losing my self, over your love.
Keep losing my self, over your love.
Losing my self.
Ika chishloch, ika tliqloch shwiqi bnoshi tiwa.
Ika chishlach, ika tliqlach qom shoqotinili bnoshi tliqa.
A silent stroke, as I embraced your last breath.
So young, so cold.
Now my younger days has almost past by.
I sleep or dream through daytime.
At night I play the fools clown.
I’m losing my self, over your love.
Keep losing my self, over your love.
I’m losing my self, over your love.
Keep losing my self, over your love.
I miss you that’s all.
I miss the way your curls, ran down your shoulders.
I miss you that’s all.
I miss the way you both called me your brother.
Losing, losing my self.
Losing, losing my self.
Losing, losing my self.
Losing, losing my self.
I’m losing my self, over your love.
I miss you that’s all.
I miss the way you both called me your brother.