So long ago, so far away.
So good to be, so hard to stay.
I want to hold you and I want you to hold me.
Loving and caring like it used to be
All I got for now is a shirt.
A shirt filled with memories and dreams.
A pattern made from love, a garment weaved from conversations,
buttons sewn with smiles and a collar formed of tears.
Soon yours.
Soon ours.
Soon mine.
With my head on your shoulder, and nothing but you on my mind.
Doing this forever.
Separated from each other, but bonded by our hearts.
Melissa is in a long distance relationship with an Austrian boy living in Switzerland. As customs can be pretty expensive, he asked her to buy a specific shirt for him from a Styrian second-hand shop, which she did without hesitation – except she did not tell him.
A day later, the shop put the shirt offline and he rang her in despair, asking if she knew anything about it. She put the shirt in her wardrobe, smiled, and told him she had no idea. It is hanging there now, waiting to surprise him when they see each other next.
So long ago, so far away.
So good to be, so hard to stay.
I want to hold you and I want you to hold me.
Loving and caring like it used to be
All I got for now is a shirt.
A shirt filled with memories and dreams.
A pattern made from love, a garment weaved from conversations,
buttons sewn with smiles and a collar formed of tears.
Soon yours.
Soon ours.
Soon mine.
With my head on your shoulder, and nothing but you on my mind.
Doing this forever.
Separated from each other, but bonded by our hearts.
Melissa is in a long distance relationship with an Austrian boy living in Switzerland. As customs can be pretty expensive, he asked her to buy a specific shirt for him from a Styrian second-hand shop, which she did without hesitation – except she did not tell him.
A day later, the shop put the shirt offline and he rang her in despair, asking if she knew anything about it. She put the shirt in her wardrobe, smiled, and told him she had no idea. It is hanging there now, waiting to surprise him when they see each other next.
So long ago, so far away.
So good to be, so hard to stay.
I want to hold you and I want you to hold me.
Loving and caring like it used to be
All I got for now is a shirt.
A shirt filled with memories and dreams.
A pattern made from love, a garment weaved from conversations,
buttons sewn with smiles and a collar formed of tears.
Soon yours.
Soon ours.
Soon mine.
With my head on your shoulder, and nothing but you on my mind.
Doing this forever.
Separated from each other, but bonded by our hearts.
Melissa is in a long distance relationship with an Austrian boy living in Switzerland. As customs can be pretty expensive, he asked her to buy a specific shirt for him from a Styrian second-hand shop, which she did without hesitation – except she did not tell him.
A day later, the shop put the shirt offline and he rang her in despair, asking if she knew anything about it. She put the shirt in her wardrobe, smiled, and told him she had no idea. It is hanging there now, waiting to surprise him when they see each other next.