Wrinkled T-shirts

(Verse 1) Among piles of books and whispered promises, Wrinkled T-shirts and newborn bets. Afternoons on my bike, the wind in my hair, There's a friend who listens, who gathers my thoughts. And when she's there, everything falls into place, A lighthouse in the night, a port so close. (Chorus) We're friends, yes, this is our pact, I'm there for her, in every single event. Even when the world seems to hold my hand, I leave everything and listen, her heart slowly. What reason, tell me, could ever separate us? Our problems are bridges to meet. (Verse 2) Every fear, every unexpressed joy, With you finds its voice, its sweet caress. And the light laughter, the truest secrets, We are a strong tangle, two branches on the trees. There's no challenge that scares, there's no shadow that lasts, If our hands reach out, strong and sure. (Chorus) We're friends, yes, this is our pact, I'm there for her, in every single event. Even when the world seems to hold my hand, I leave everything and listen, slowly, to her heart. What reason, tell me, could ever separate us? Our problems are bridges to meet. (Bridge) Together we'll grow, our clothes hanging, So many stories to invent, so many dreams ignited. Tomorrow's challenges won't find us alone, One step after another, two soulmates in the sun. (Chorus) We're friends, yes, this is our pact, I'm there for her, in every single event. Even when the world seems to hold my hand, I leave everything and listen, slowly, to her heart. What reason, tell me, could ever separate us? Our problems are bridges to meet.