Sacred

Sacred (whoa-oh), our love is sacred (whoa-oh)
Church bells were ringing on the Sunday we met

(Heaven, heaven was smiling)
(Angels were singing on the Sunday we met)

But our love, like a flame in the night
And like a flame, dear, it burns itself out of sight

And I'm still searchin', I'll find you someday
And you'll be looking like the Sunday we met

And I'm still searchin' (whoa-oh), I'll find you someday (whoa-oh)
The sun will be shining (whoa-oh)
And I'll give you my ring (whoa-oh)
And you'll be looking like the Sunday we met (like the Sunday we met)



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Ross, William Landau
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