歌词
I thought of leaving next to you
Oh hold, hold, hold it
I long for the heart to fade the truth
To hold, hold my soul through it
Show talked windows
Cold rain coats
Slow sparked candles
Fought in the storms
You washed all the shapes to find me
A ghost in gold among the silver
So I'll hold, hold on to you
Show talked windows
Cold rain coats
Slow sparked candles
Fought in the storms
Show talked windows
Slow sparked candles
Show talked windows
Cold rain coats
Slow sparked candles
Fought in the storms