Sometimes it come very quickly very easily.
As easy as the way a beautiful english girl's hair falls across her shoulder.
And sometimes it disappears just as quick.
You wake up one morning.
The butterflies stop fluttering.
But you want it back will you want to fight for it.
You want to breathe that fire again.
So you call for it.
You called out.
Kreatif betul Brandon ni.
Tengah-tengah pause boleh buat lirik lain.