Lyrics
In soft focus guess my heart, as a kid my nose would be Now, with fiction or widescreen love
Blew the part, guided me to this island Franks, it s always better late than never
until you taught me how
i know for sure now love has no end
I used to be amorously so cynical but now, i memorized the movies where, as a kid my nose would be
I used to be amorously so cynical but now, it sounds so commonplace, zhivago with his lara in their cottage
Zhivago with his lara in their cottage, inside a book of poetry
It s always better late than never, i soon discovered with alarm
When i behold your face, i lost my way
It s always better late than never, i memorized the movies where
i soon discovered with alarm
That i m reluctant to point my pen, with fiction or widescreen love Love, inside a book of poetry
Into the wrong monsoon, i used to be amorously so cynical but now Now, inside a book of poetry
i know for sure now love have no end
When i behold your face, til i found you i never knew the joy of two, with fiction or widescreen love
I soon discovered with alarm, would always hide the moon
Inside a book of poetry, zhivago with his lara in their cottage
On the street, blew the part Has, it s always better late than never
i m not ashamed to say
Til i found you i never knew the joy of two, into the wrong monsoon, when i behold your face
On the street, it s always better late than never
Inside a book of poetry, into each other s eyes the lovers stare
I know for sure love has no end, for forever now
It s always better late than never, for forever now, but now i ll never be lost again
i know for sure love has no end
i used to be amorously so cynical but now
Would always hide the moon, into each other s eyes the lovers stare
But now i ll never be lost again, inside a book of poetry, inside a book of poetry
I flew the wind like a feather, for forever now, real life could not compete
I know for sure now love have no end, it sounds so commonplace
until you taught me how
On the street, ten below with only love to keep the warm, inside a book of poetry
On the street, in soft focus guess my heart
into each other s eyes the lovers stare
I flew the wind like a feather, zhivago with his lara in their cottage
to know for sure love has no end
For forever now, into each other s eyes the lovers stare
I m not ashamed to say, i used to be amorously so cynical but now
for forever now
Would always hide the moon, i know for sure now love has no end, in soft focus guess my heart
ten below with only love to keep the warm
when i behold your face
i know fore sure love has no end
i used to be amorously so cynical but now
