I'm tearing up, I'm crying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm crying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm doubting any of these feelings. When I bust your face, move dust through the light. Tough as your name, hits something faint. This is not a place. This is not a place. Still I believe in love. Still I believe in love. In a mother out of moth. Fair forest for the soft. Got an open little loft. So I'm reading all your stories. What I know what it is, is pouring, wiring up. You're breaking your crown. Still I believe in love. Still I believe in love. Still I believe in love. Still I believe in love. Still I believe in love.
