Album : Wonderlust
Clean Lyric
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I have slept beside the winter and the green is growing slowI have watched you find the places hidden by the snowI have tripped into a valley that is blue till you can seeI want you to come walk this world with meCHORUS:with the light in our eyes it's hard to seeholding on and on to what we believewith the light in our eyes it's hard to seeI'm not touched but I'm aching to beI want you to come walk this world with meAnd I'm sucked in by the wonder and I'm fucked up by the liesand I dig a hole to lie in and I build some wings to flyand I think that I could love you 'cause you know how to be freeI want you to come walk this world with meCHORUS:With the light in our eyes it's hard to seeholding on and on 'til we believewith the light in our eyes it's hard to seeI'm not touched but I'm aching to beI want you to come, I want you to comeI want you to come walk this world with meAnd it's burning in our fingers and it's burning on the roadAnd I like the way you're broken and I'll like you when you're oldAnd I see you in the garden and I feel you plant the seedI want you to come walk this world with meCHORUS
I have slept beside the winter and the green is growing slowI have watched you find the places hidden by the snowI have tripped into a valley that is blue till you can seeI want you to come walk this world with meCHORUS:with the light in our eyes it's hard to seeholding on and on to what we believewith the light in our eyes it's hard to seeI'm not touched but I'm aching to beI want you to come walk this world with meAnd I'm sucked in by the wonder and I'm fucked up by the liesand I dig a hole to lie in and I build some wings to flyand I think that I could love you 'cause you know how to be freeI want you to come walk this world with meCHORUS:With the light in our eyes it's hard to seeholding on and on 'til we believewith the light in our eyes it's hard to seeI'm not touched but I'm aching to beI want you to come, I want you to comeI want you to come walk this world with meAnd it's burning in our fingers and it's burning on the roadAnd I like the way you're broken and I'll like you when you're oldAnd I see you in the garden and I feel you plant the seedI want you to come walk this world with meCHORUS
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