You said enough, you said too much. You focus solely on her touch, and halcyon. In arguments set in stone In promises of what was once, you come undone.
If you take this away, I fade to black and disappear. If it's all a state of mind.
Give me something I can believe in Aaaah, What you say doesn't say that you mean it Aaaah, If I'm wrong well at least I know better Aaaah, Give me something I can believe in Aah, It's in your hands.
No war, no causes and effects No looking back and then regret of halcyon.
And I know I know I tried too much All the time I waste yeah I'm losing touch, All the time If you take this away, I fade to black and disappear. If it's all a state of mind.
Give me something I can believe in Aaaah, What you say doesn't say that you mean it Aaaah, If I'm wrong well at least I know better Aaaah, Give me something I can believe in Aah, It's in your hands.
Give me something I can believe in Aaaah, What you say doesn't say that you mean it Aaaah, If I'm wrong yeah at least I know better Aaaah, Give me something I can believe in Aah, It's in your hands.
Compositores: James Scott Cook, Matthew Alexander Cocksedge, Richard Paul Badger Boardman (Richard Boardman) ECAD: Obra #3786810