Where do lovers go when they lost the way?
They wander around in a place that is far away
from reality and this place is not true.
It makes them feel so blue.
Nothing seems like it is,
every word sounds bad,
every feeling is sad.
But I believe.
I believe that the yellow brick road is not untraceable.
It just takes the will to take a positiv decision or each others hand
and walk together to a better, warmer place.
A singer wrote that love is the answer.
I'm full of answers.