Bora York - Secret Youth

Heart Attack

The thoughts of your daydream, an illusion still
How closely we walk when in foreign fields
We hope for the best, we hope for the thrill

The thoughts of your daydream, an illusion still
The chance of mirage when it's breathing in
When miles apart, everything clouds the real you
We need the real you

Let your heart, heart attack
The things you know won't last
Let your heart, heart attack
So this life will never pass... you by

Remember the summertime, we knew it well
The oceans would tell us to slow it down
We hope for the best, we hope for the thrill
For all our days

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Writer(s): Bora York
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