Текст песни Border Line - Ana Criado , Alan Morris

I lay my cards out on the table
For you to read
And you look a little longer
In my eyes

I left my disguise at the door
You tell yours and I tell mine
Not the stories but what's inside

Do you ever wonder
Why I call you once a year?
Could this be a border line
It's not that I want to stay forever
But being so close
Makes me you wonder
Could this be our borderline