That girl from poster made him cry
and he would never admit the reasons why.
Whenever he was with her....he could see
that freedom is the only gift she needs.

He did all he could to elude her face from his dreams
but his mind was fighting harder then it seems.
Feelings are the worst enemy
when it comes down.....to you and me.

And she was the only thing he wanted to care about
every night when he was holding her tight,
and the only thing he wanted to forget
when he was leaving her to sleepless sunset.

She was wild, she was shy, she never truly cried
wonderful spirit of fragile beauty
breathing down on me and to love you is my only duty.
But could she really be satisfied?

Holding her hand, feeling her breath on my face
making her real baby doll and thinking of disgrace
when she says she loves me
I feel the urge to run, I need to run free.

Stolen fleeting moments of their lifes
drowned picture perfect in their eyes.
And deep down under thoughtful memories
he´s hiding the poster with a girl of his dreams.