Billet doux
I want to keep you close
Always
This way
Please won't you stay
Come back to bed
I wish I could, but I've lost my head
All I can give you is a memory
All our desire
Must end in devoir
Angst comes out a reverie
This love of ours
Burns up in flames
Why must we hide what makes us real?
Why must the tide decide how we feel?
Burn this love of ours to just walk away
Why can the saviour ever become the saved
Bittersweet and sour, this love of ours
Must burn up in flames
Uncoordinated, unfocused, only searching for the details
Disconnected sketches, nothing can depict
How you look at me and I look at you
Your beauty, inspiration non possum fugere
Can't escape the flames that surround us
I'm lost without you, can't pick up my paint, can't pick up my brush
Colours just don't match anymore, stuck in the
Lover's choice, poet's voice, I can't turn back
I want to keep you close, but I've got to let you go
The trap in which we were born
All that's left is the storm
Why can the saviour ever become the saved
Bittersweet and sour, this love of ours
Must burn up in flames
Why must we hide what makes us real?
Why must the tide
Burn this love of ours
To just walk away
One Step after the other
One Step after the other
One Step after the other
One Step after the other
Always
This way
Please won't you stay
Come back to bed
I wish I could, but I've lost my head
All I can give you is a memory
All our desire
Must end in devoir
Angst comes out a reverie
This love of ours
Burns up in flames
Why must we hide what makes us real?
Why must the tide decide how we feel?
Burn this love of ours to just walk away
Why can the saviour ever become the saved
Bittersweet and sour, this love of ours
Must burn up in flames
Uncoordinated, unfocused, only searching for the details
Disconnected sketches, nothing can depict
How you look at me and I look at you
Your beauty, inspiration non possum fugere
Can't escape the flames that surround us
I'm lost without you, can't pick up my paint, can't pick up my brush
Colours just don't match anymore, stuck in the
Lover's choice, poet's voice, I can't turn back
I want to keep you close, but I've got to let you go
The trap in which we were born
All that's left is the storm
Why can the saviour ever become the saved
Bittersweet and sour, this love of ours
Must burn up in flames
Why must we hide what makes us real?
Why must the tide
Burn this love of ours
To just walk away
One Step after the other
One Step after the other
One Step after the other
One Step after the other
Credits
Writer(s): Sybille's On Jupiter
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