We were walking tall
Made the world look smaller than it
Living on cold island
Your mail comes on the wind
Messages and
Dancing on air
We'll be there 'til the close of the
There is a love so unexpected
Defying time and its sad
Where is the way out of the night
When the dark
Each single day has just enough cruelty within
To make them
Out into the fields, I will go flying
Lovers of a
We used to walk those golden streets
But where's the glitter
Dark in the trees, wind in your hair
Daylight gathering
My kid
You asked me to a party
To a house just by
Ships in the night
Searching for day
Beckoning lips
So far away
Shadows adrift
H
So they invented race and made themselves different
From those they
I've climbed this hill too many times
Now passion seems like
Such a lotta talk about willpower
Such a lotta talk about
Keep those golden days
From going separate ways
Keep the harbour lights
Burning
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