Loud
False drops of sand on the horseback
They don't last like we do
How do I get to see you
Nodding to a sense, lapsing in a verse
A grand stupid line or some huge crime
I wanna try, never mind
I wanna try, never mind
I'll just be fine, I lived in vain
I lived too late
I won't cry my yesterday
I won't cry at the mess I made
Never mind, I'll try
I'll try to feel divine
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
Cross my, cross my...
Cross my heart
Miles and miles in dunes looking for you
A temple fends the sun underneath
It's called the land of Pan cause everyone
Takes repair like it's fair
They abide in a foreign air for
For a better faith, for a better faith
In what now fades, at dawn
They want the haze and its winding dusk
Without a mask they miss the steam
Of vivid minds in lucid dreams
And everyone and everyone wants to
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
Cross my, cross my...
Cross my heart
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
Cross my, cross my...
Cross my heart
They don't last like we do
How do I get to see you
Nodding to a sense, lapsing in a verse
A grand stupid line or some huge crime
I wanna try, never mind
I wanna try, never mind
I'll just be fine, I lived in vain
I lived too late
I won't cry my yesterday
I won't cry at the mess I made
Never mind, I'll try
I'll try to feel divine
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
Cross my, cross my...
Cross my heart
Miles and miles in dunes looking for you
A temple fends the sun underneath
It's called the land of Pan cause everyone
Takes repair like it's fair
They abide in a foreign air for
For a better faith, for a better faith
In what now fades, at dawn
They want the haze and its winding dusk
Without a mask they miss the steam
Of vivid minds in lucid dreams
And everyone and everyone wants to
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
Cross my, cross my...
Cross my heart
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
People want us, people want you
We want everything, everything that's true
Cross my, cross my...
Cross my heart
Credits
Writer(s): Enrico Novello
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