Your soul is sliding away an inch from the river (Ep)

If my love was

Fire estinguished
I’m flipping out turning around
magical wires shake me
driving away, every time

I’m searching to join you
and I think to be too tired by now for waiting
tired by now of waiting

There’s no chance to revive
a desert station in a ghost town
Angels-devils-angels knock at my door
every time but don’t know why

I’m searching to join you
and I think to be too tired by now for waiting
tired by now of waiting
…

Rit.
Uh, uh if my love was
Uh, uh if my love was

Uh, uh if my love was
Uh, uh if my love was

Uh, uh if my love was
Uh, uh if my love was

Ad lib.