It's late By your window, a story ends Two flames, broken fingers And false pretence
So here we stand in the arms of fate Here we stand ten years too late And I can hear you call for my loveless arms
See my love I did escape you, I broke the lock And I trained my heart to hate you I carved it into rock
But I can hear you call for my loveless arms And I still see you fall as I run so fast So here we stand in the arms of fate Here we stand ten years too late
But I can hear you call for my loveless arms Or a slingshot at your side So please don't, don't try and use me To make others treat you kind
Compositor: Kyla Gemmel Bowen-la Grange (PRS)Editor: Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS)ECAD verificado obra #14390757 em 08/Mai/2024