Your echoes. Bursting of the walls into my heart. Echoes. Reaching me no matter where you are. Your echoes. This is really and baby, I can't let go. I can't help surrender to your echoes
The city breathing. The people churning. The conversating. The price is what? The conversating. This place is heaven. And if you see them. They'll say it what? Life makes echoes. If you see
I'm so afraid of night 'cause I'm too romantic. Moonlight and stars can make such a fool of me. You know you're much too near, and I'm too romantic. Wouldn't I be a sight on a bended knee I'm
You will be always on my mind. I don’t know how to say goodbye. I wasn’t brave enough to cry. I try to leave it all behind. But echoes of you come back around. . I hear the echoes of your love
You will be always on my mind. I don’t know how to say goodbye. I wasn’t brave enough to cry. I try to leave it all behind. But echoes of you come back around. . I hear the echoes of your love
You will be always on my mind. I don’t know how to say goodbye. I wasn’t brave enough to cry. I try to leave it all behind. But echoes of you come back around. . I hear the echoes of your love
people might be offended. Chorus. But it's actually sweet. All the time you've spent on me. It's honestly wild. All the effort you've put in. It's actually romantic. I really gotta hand it to you, ooh. No
people might be offended. Chorus. But it's actually sweet. All the time you've spent on me. It's honestly wild. All the effort you've put in. It's actually romantic. I really gotta hand it to you, ooh. No
regions. Echoes from the other world turn horizons into endless ever present. Echoes. Many other worlds true horizon starts to turn. Numberless names with the force of the ninth wave. Keep to the call
are made of imagination. I'm not afraid of my own creation. With all my heart, my heart is here for you to take. Why should I quake, I'm not awake Isn't it romantic, music in the night. A dream that
Did they never tell you 'bout it baby. Did they never say it's tough. Are you never going to give up on that. Big romantic stuff That French song playing on the radio at noon. The singer's name
Though you are gone I still wear your ring. They're playing the song we used to sing. Echoes of love, echoes of love. Are coming to me out of the past The letters you wrote, I treasure them so
