Momentary sensory promises Moments cut like shots of broken glass Somewhere between sublime and the ridiculous Is where we go to mend the broken heart
Feeling like a child And you're looking like a man You wanna make it pride Feeling like you can
Out of this world Ou of our hands Out of control His beauty unfolds Again and again Out of this world And little to the blue Found me Found here To you
Not the best of times To give a benefit Waste of all this love affair, we've lied We're so close together, yet so separate Couldn't we've risen it if we tried?
Feeling like a child And you're looking like a man You wanna make it pride Feeling like you can
Out of this world Ou of our hands Out of control His beauty unfolds Again and again Out of this world And little to the blue Found me Found here To you