Vārdi: 504 Plan. Minutia. A Friday Night In D Major.

All the words we speak
Fall back under
The sounds of silent mouths,
The only thing I hear
Is our heartbeats in tune,
This is how I sing to you.
All the whispers that are falling out
Are all tangled in my head.
And the moon is setting in your eyes,
These are words we speak as friends.
All these things we share together
Will be of comfort in the end.
All our thought are folding into one,
These are dreams that we can share.
Just come in my lungs and take the breath away.
I could never see you through my eyes,
It's my heart that looks at you and when you sleep
You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you.
The night I spent with you,
We breathed together,
Now I've felt it all