The sun falls down like the memory of her soul Turning everything from gold into grey There’s a light that still finds your face Giving all the dust and shadows a name
The night turns just as cold As the surface of a mirror Showing nothing more than sorrow and the fate There’s a sight setting slowly in my mind With a sound that is waking up the shade With a sound that is waking up the shade
It’s You, My Love So kind are your eyes I see them in the darkest skies If it’s true my love I’ve got to steal away I’ll love you till my dying day
The feeling hits your heart like an arrow in the snow Waking all the blood that’s sweeping in your veins It’s alright to think that you don’t really know Just how the world is gonna deal with your remains Just how the world is gonna deal with your remains
There’s a spirit in your mind I can see it in your eye Like a gift to bring to ease the troubled tune Where we cast another stone beneath the sand stained moon And we’ll wake to find ourselves alone in our room And we’ll wake to find ourselves alone
It’s You, My Love So kind are your eyes I see them in the darkest sky If it’s true my love I’ve got to steal away I’ll love you till my dying day
It’s You, My Love So kind are your eyes I see them in the darkest skies If it’s true my love I’ve got to steal away I’ll love you till my dying day
Compositor: George Marcus Foster (Marcus Foster) ECAD: Obra #14177558