Letras
Champions on even footing
Flying dreams are ways behind
Fall like rain
Well before you
Deep and still
As a loch ness ice pool
A proper burial
Is reserved for us still
Straight from the heart
Straight into my head
Broken glass
Sewn on the lapel
Of royal robes soaked at the waist
In warm mulled wine
On the back stitched a deer
That's frozen in the headlights
A proper burial
Is reserved for us still
Comes out my heart
Straight into my head