Edmund (Arthur Darvill) - Thoughts of Flight | Текст песни

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• Edmund (Arthur Darvill)
• Thoughts of Flight

My breath it stops here
I’m all open eyed
And I need surprise
My hands feel like wires
My fingers rust
I’ll justify my thoughts of flight

And run to space on the horizon
And there make a bed for us to lie on

Caught in tumbles
My oh my, to my surprise
Another canvas, another slate
It’s my mistake
I just needed

So I run to space on the horizon
And there make a bed for us to lie on
We won’t describe even though we will try
What it’s like to be smiling in open air

My skin grows over my mistakes
And I just can’t wait
The first few seconds
Disintegrate into a state of joy

So I run to space on the horizon
And there make a bed for us to lie on
And we won’t describe, even though we will try
What it’s like to be smiling in open air

One more day of perfect terror
Close my eyes and I’m still there
Wrapped in water

My eyes explode with all this light
And taste just melded to the night
And I can hear a symphony
A perfect crystal melody
And I just can’t stop smiling at you
I just can’t stop smiling

Can every time I breathe in
Be every time you breathe out

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