MAY EVERY MORNING BEGIN, TANGLED IN EACH OTHERS LIMBS,
ALONE IN OUR OWN UNIVERSE, IN A LANGUAGE OF OUR OWN.
TELL ME IS THERE SOMETHING IN YOUR SILENCE?
TELL ME IS THERE SOMETHING YOU'VE BEEN HIDING?
THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS YOU,
THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS YOU.
I'LL COLLAPSE THE STARS ONE BY ONE,
I'LL SPIN THE EARTH, I'LL RAISE THE SUN.
IF WE COULD JUST STAY HERE,
FOR A LITTLE, FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER.
DISTRESS SIGNALS WE SEND EACH OTHER,
ARE STILL WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED.
FREE YOURSELF FROM WHATEVER IT IS,
YEAH, I'M NOT THE KIND TO CLIP YOUR WINGS.
YOU ALWAYS SAVED THE LITTLE GEMS,
THE HOTEL PENS THE BAR NAPKINS.
SO WHEN THE MOMENT ENDS,
WE COULD REMEMBER WHEN.
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English
MAY EVERY MORNING BEGIN, TANGLED IN EACH OTHERS LIMBS,
ALONE IN OUR OWN UNIVERSE, IN A LANGUAGE OF OUR OWN.
TELL ME IS THERE SOMETHING IN YOUR SILENCE?
TELL ME IS THERE SOMETHING YOU'VE BEEN HIDING?
THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS YOU,
THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS YOU.
I'LL COLLAPSE THE STARS ONE BY ONE,
I'LL SPIN THE EARTH, I'LL RAISE THE SUN.
IF WE COULD JUST STAY HERE,
FOR A LITTLE, FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER.
DISTRESS SIGNALS WE SEND EACH OTHER,
ARE STILL WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED.
FREE YOURSELF FROM WHATEVER IT IS,
YEAH, I'M NOT THE KIND TO CLIP YOUR WINGS.
YOU ALWAYS SAVED THE LITTLE GEMS,
THE HOTEL PENS THE BAR NAPKINS.
SO WHEN THE MOMENT ENDS,
WE COULD REMEMBER WHEN.
ALONE IN OUR OWN UNIVERSE, IN A LANGUAGE OF OUR OWN.
TELL ME IS THERE SOMETHING IN YOUR SILENCE?
TELL ME IS THERE SOMETHING YOU'VE BEEN HIDING?
THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS YOU,
THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS YOU.
I'LL COLLAPSE THE STARS ONE BY ONE,
I'LL SPIN THE EARTH, I'LL RAISE THE SUN.
IF WE COULD JUST STAY HERE,
FOR A LITTLE, FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER.
DISTRESS SIGNALS WE SEND EACH OTHER,
ARE STILL WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED.
FREE YOURSELF FROM WHATEVER IT IS,
YEAH, I'M NOT THE KIND TO CLIP YOUR WINGS.
YOU ALWAYS SAVED THE LITTLE GEMS,
THE HOTEL PENS THE BAR NAPKINS.
SO WHEN THE MOMENT ENDS,
WE COULD REMEMBER WHEN.
Writer: Garet Cook, Justin Smith
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