Nhạc sĩ: Blake Mills, Matt Sweeney
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Waves are falling down over my eyes
I'm laying there in the dust of memories
What am I coming here to see?
Once I was taken and once I'm there
In a world of your making
Before you think
Nights were running wild
Shot from the bottom to the skies
I had a song, I had a band
The sweetest blend
The softest hands
Then I was taken and then I was held
In a world of our making
Before it fell
In a world of our making
The ice cream's on the floor
And the bacon is fried
Place where you want to go
Every kiss is goodbye
In the space in between
Nothing and something is everything
What is shown and what is seen
Where I lived and where I've been
Where I was taken
And where I was held
In a world of your making
Before it fell
In a world of your making
Before it fell
In a world of your making