Two young hearts will meet in the middle And a light will flicker on, where there once was none Where does love come from? The bodies in the firmament are spinning like a plate I was lost in the fission before you came
I could write this down, I could turn this car around In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down And I pray for your health, and I tell myself ?It's the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around. ? But I swallow the words and I close my mouth
If every constellation above us has a counterpart below How are we to know, dear? How are we to know? Fortune hangs around us like a funerary wreath I was down in the heart of the ground beneath
I could write this down, I could turn this car around In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down And I pray for your health, and I tell myself ?It's the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around. ? But I swallow the words and I close my mouth
I could write this down, I could turn this car around In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down And I pray for your health, and I tell myself ?It's the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around. ? But I swallow the words and I close my mouth
Compositores: Peter Duncan Liddle, Matthew William Taylor (Matthew Taylor), Scott Arthur Paish Miller (Scott Miller), William Wilfrid Paterson Harvey (William Harvey), Jonathan Michael Warren (Jonathan Warren) ECAD: Obra #6190621