Where Shall We Begin

Where shall we begin?
This dance is a sin
We're falling fast forward and leaning right back
Make something of nothing before the sky turns black

Fortunately, dear
I'll comfort all your fears
For here is a fortune the look in your eye
Says hold me now darling, forever time goes by

Death to those who wait
Likely it's too late
The picture they painted is far from eyes
The painter in question is the hero I despise

And take your time and feel it
My heart is slowly breathing
I'll take my time and feel it
I may have been daydreaming

Take your time with me
Feel your heart be free
Hold on, hold on
You're gone



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Fausing Smith, Chloe Constance Foy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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