Breathing is a sin, they say, Loneliness is the price to pay. Sad for you, I go once more. I'll dry my eyes on a distant shore.
No way of freezing your rising tide No way of keeping you by my side. Like a bird, I'll fly high, Guarding over this love of mine.
A room of trust A room of fears A room of laughter with a few sweet tears. There we lay that sunny dawn Calm but helpless as it lingered on.
No way of breaking the march of time No way of keeping our love sublime Like a bird, I'll fly high, Watcing over this love of mine.
Many times we hurry by Lose our problems in a knowing smile. Many days were swept along Left unnoticed as our love grew strong.
Believing each of us would always know Believing one of us would never go. Like a bird, I'll fly high Watching over this love of mine.
Compositores: Andrew Powell (Andy Powell) (PRS), David Alan Turner (Turner Ted) (PRS), Martin Robert Turner (PRS), Steven Upton (PRS)Editor: Henrees Music Co (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #40560159 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM