Paris

Hold my hand
Can we keep you warm?
Or has your heart turned cold
In this rampant storm?

Take my hand
There's no need to hide
We can be your guide
To the morning light

'Cause when it comes
When it comes
When it comes
We'll be
Alive

Take my hand
We can make this right
In the dead of night
Keep your candle bright

For any dark
Any lack of sight
Could be overcome
By the faintest light

And when it comes
When it comes
Like a sun
We'll see
The rise

Hold my hand
We can make this right
If your heart still glows
Illuminate the night

In our darkest days
There's a gleam of light
If we spark the flame
We could be the light

We could be the light
Light
The light
The light
We could be the light
We could be the light
We could be the light
We could be the light

'Cause when it comes



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Douglas De Lange, Andrew Stephen Mendel, Eric Payne Hangartner, Richard Michael Becker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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