Paul Bridges – When the sun falls into your hands

When the sun falls into your hands
Will you believe the story it tells
And the moon sits alone in the night
Crying for his light long lost, now you know

You seem to have forgotten about the songs
The ballads that were played, at your own parade
Take what you’ll need, cause you’re leaving soon
But someday I’ll join you

The words tell stories of gold hearts
that burn like the sun
It’s day after day that feeling
that this is where you belong

Now all I try to tell is that I love you
That I want you
There’s nothing I try to sell, I’d only give my love
Girl with no name

(Bekeken 32 keer, 1 bezoeken vandaag!)

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