Brushed off the face
Felt your light and
I remember why I know this place
I found a girl
Closing her eyes
One last time
And I wonder if she dreamed like me
Well as much as it hurts
I did want to fall to feel
So go on and break your wings
Follow your heart till it bleeds
As we run toward the end of the dream
I'm not afraid
I push through the pain
And I'm on fire I remember how to breathe again
As much as it hurts
I did want to fall to feel
So go on and break your wings
Follow your heart till it bleeds
As we run towards the end of the dream
When last we fall apart
To understand how to fly
I will die [....]
Even without wings
Follow your heart till it bleeds
As we run towards the end of the dream
Follow your heart till it bleeds
And we've gone to the end of the dream
In something so distant
As if I was human
And I've been denying
This feeling of hopelessness
In me - in me
All the promises I made
Just to let you down
You believed in me but I'm broken
I have nothing left
And all I feel is this cruel wanting
We've been falling for all this time
And now I'm lost in paradise
As much as I'd like
The past not to exist
It still does
And as much as I'd like
To feel like I belong here
I'm just as scared as you
I have nothing left
And all I feel is this cruel wanting
We've been falling for all this time
And now I'm lost in paradise
Run away, run away
One day we won't feel this pain anymore
Take it all away
Shadows of you
Cause they won't let me go
Till I have nothing left
And all I feel is this cruel wanting
We've been falling for all this time
And now I'm lost in paradise
Alone and lost in paradise
THE reasonable request of your
last letter, with the pleasure also
that I take to know them true, caus-
eth me to send you these news. The
legate which we most desire arrived
at Paris on Sunday or Monday last
past, so that I trust by the next Mon-
day to hear of his arrival at Calais:
and then I trust within a while after
to enjoy that which I have so long
longed for, to God’s pleasure and our
both comforts.
No more to you at this present,
mine own darling, for lack of time,
but that I would you were in mine
arms, or I in yours, for I think it long
since I kissed you.
Written after the killing of a hart,
at eleven of the clock, minding, with
God’s grace, to-morrow, mightily
timely, to kill another, by the hand
which, I trust, shortly shall be yours.
Henry R.
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No-one ever die from wanting to much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start...my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart...my love
People like us
Know how to survive
There's no point in living
If you can't feel the life
We know when to kiss
And we know when to kill
If we can't have it all
Then nobody will
{Bridge:}
(I...)I feel safe
(I...)I feel scared
(I...)I feel ready
(I...)And yet unprepared
The world is not enough {x2}
No nowhere near enough...
