quarta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2013
It's the way a heart skips a beat
That makes me certain
Yes... love is concrete
Love does exist.
It's the way a body can't stand on it's feet
That makes me sure of the place
Where souls across time do meet
It's the way the odds cant resist
Pulling us apart... bring us together
The fog, the fantasy and mist
The break, the mistake, the hurt
The smile turned bliss
That makes me know...
All that has to be said
It's spoken in a thousand years
It's the way we heal the damage and forever forget, it was ever real.