[Tobias Sammet:]
A heart out of affection, a night at the masquerade
You won some and you're long some
as the spotlight fades
Going forth pretending destination is at hand
When she's crying just a little just for me

[Bob Catley:]
I've seen them set off to the Promised Land
Escaping from the hurtings they don't understand
A sense of satisfaction on account of pristine tears
She's crying just little more just like you

No, oh, no, no

[Chorus:]
Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?
Why don't you lie?
Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?
Can't you see what I am going through?
Cry just a little for me, oh, girl, a little for me

[Bob Catley:]
Afraid to give away what you keep inside
There's a ghost in your mirror every lonesome night
All those nights are getting colder
and your heart is a frozen wound
Don't you wonder who'll be there when you awake?

No, oh

[Chorus:]

Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?
Why don't you lie?
Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?
Can't you see what I am going through?
Cry just a little for me, oh, girl, a little for me

Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?
Why don't you lie?
Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?
Can't you see what I am going through?
Cry just a little for me, oh, girl, a little for me

Ibland krävs det inte mycket för att vissa personer ska vara tacksamma. :) I det här fallet Lukas.

I lördags var vi på torget. Det var mycket folk och mycket bilar ute, så jag bar honom ganska mycket. Nu och då hasade han ner lite grann, så jag hissade upp honom på nytt. Då säger gullungen:

"Mamma, du tappar mig!"

"Nej då, jag håller i dig."

"Tack!"