All that I wanted to say…
I’ll never come here again.
All that I wanted to say…
All gone.
Spring time is always in hand,
Almost as if you were there…
Make it a hole under me again.
Hold on.
’cause I couldn’t make up
A thing that you say, love,
There’s trouble in here… (hold on)
A thing that I fear.
Take all the love out of me
So I’ll never see it again.
Lost where are we?
On a plane… ah… yes…
’cause I couldn’t make up
A thing that you say, love,
There’s trouble in here… (hold on)
A thing that I feel… yeah…
’cause I couldn’t make up
A thing that you say, love,
There’s trouble in here.
A thing that I share…
There’s trouble in here.
A thing that I feel…
(yeah…)
the snow falls and you can actually hear the snow hitting the ground
I can see… obviously…