Better Songtext
von Faded Paper Figures

Better comes so slowly
Almost you forget, you′ll have no regrets
You've been looking at the pages
You could read them, but not yourself

Not yourself now
Not yourself now, now


Letters written slowly
So you don′t forget the last thing you confessed
You've been looking in the mirror
You could see her, but not yourself

Not yourself now
Not yourself now, now

Days were faring well
The things you could not tell
Days with atmosphere
You thought you'd find her here

But not yourself now
Not yourself now, now