A song doesn't come out of everything
And something doesn't come out of every song
Your heart and soul know
your story isn't actually over
What's the point of truth if eyes are lying?
If you knew, would you be crying at the end?
Will they hear, understand after asking?
Would you mind if the great moment burn in front of me?
Maybe the last morning
Maybe spring
Take my mind, put time in its place
I don't want another darkness anymore
whatever is more beautiful than a dream, it's love
A song doesn't come out of everything
And something doesn't come out of every song
Your heart and soul know
your story isn't actually over
Maybe the last morning
Maybe spring
Take my mind, put time in its place
I don't want another darkness
whatever is more beautiful than a dream, it's love
whatever is more beautiful than a dream, it's love