Unopened de Sonata Artica

Another misspelled rhyme,
written in the book of time.
In one page I've spent all my life.
Ink ain't even dry. I've been living in a lie?
How could I trust in someone of your kind?

And I got today, another letter in the mail
I can't read it here, not today.
And when years go by,
the unopened letter meets my eye.
I'm older and wiser, but still afraid.

What if I read it and it is - full of love.
How can I face it if I am wrong?

Do you feel? Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me?
Does your writing guide me through this all

What if you'll tell me that I am wrong?

Do you feel? Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me?
Does your writing guide me through this all

Do you feel? Do you care about me? yeah
I am here, would you come and find me? yeah

Do you feel? Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me?
Does your writing guide me through this all

Do you feel? Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me
does your writing guide me through this all