The plus nine time

Streetlamps light the night,

they may seem pretty from afar,

but seen upfront they are just

artificial.

In this artificial land,

you stand among them all,

you... the only natural one.

When did you enter my world?

Like a gentle spring breeze

you swap my heart. 

You are standing there,

just beside me 

but miles away.

I don't have the courage

to reach out my hand

to you,

to you

to you...

I love you,

I love you,

I love only you,

-sings my heart

You are beautiful,

you are beautiful,

you are the most beautiful,

- can't you feel it all?

It's the plus nine time,

we are standing side by side,

you are smiling silly

to a joke playing in your mind

Night time whispers in my ear

that now it's the right time,

I reach out for my courage

but I open my eyes and you are gone

I never made a move

You were standing there,

just beside me 

but miles away.

I call out your name,

you turn around

and look me in the eye

I try to find the words

but they are stuck in my throat,

I end up saying goodbye

and you smile.

And you walk away

And again

I'm on my own.

I don't have the courage

to reach out my hand

to you,

to you

to you...

I love you,

I love you,

I love only you,

-sings my heart

You are beautiful,

you are beautiful,

you are the most beautiful,

- can't you feel it all?

Your back against the streetlamps

seems lonely,

It's Valentine's 

and I'm not by your side.

I've been a butterfly

dancing from flower to flower,

paper flowers,

scentless flowers,

false flowers in my garden,

but to the one true rose

that blossoms in my heart

I seem unable to

find the courage to have.

Something ignites in my soul,

it's the plus nine hour,

Nighttime whispers in my ear

that now it's the right time

And suddenly I wake up

and reach out to my courage

and I run to you,

run to you,

run to you...

I love you,

I love you,

I love only you,

-sings my heart

You are beautiful,

you are beautiful,

you are the most beautiful,

- can't you feel it all?

The clock strikes twelve,

Valentine day is over,

your shadow beneath the streetlamp

embraces another man's shadow,

the fantasy is broken.

It's the plus nine time,

you may be by my side,

but you are miles away.

I was a coward,

I was too late,

too late,

too late...

to shower

my one true flower.

Street lamps light the night,

they may seem pretty from afar,

but seen upfront they are just

artificial.

My artificial heart

is stopping now,

you were the only one,

my one true flower.

-Inspirado en "Plus Nine Boys"-