- cifra
I might have been a singer
Who sailed around the world
A gambler who wins millions
And spend it all on girls
I might have been a poet
Who walked upon the moon
A scientist who tell the world
I discovered something new
I might have loved a king
And been the one to end a war
A criminal who drink champagne
And never could be caught
But among your books
Among your clothes
Among the noise and fuss
I've let it go
I can stop
And catch my breath
And look no further
For happiness
And I will not turn again
Cause my heart has found its home
Everyone I'll never meet
And the friends I won't now make
The adventures that there could have been
And the risks I'll never take
But among your books
Among your clothes
Among your noise and fuss
I've let it go
I can stop
And catch my breath
And look no further
For a happiness
And I will not turn again
Cause my heart has found its home
