He's like the summer wind that blows in my face
But suddenly, he turned into a hurricane
I've been told that he's meant to walk alone
But then he tells me he can't be on his own
Anymore...
~pre-chorus:
And when he goes away, I feel closer to the edge
But when he comes back, I can't even breathe...
~chorus:
And even though we live in our little twisted symphony
It tends to sound like a beautiful melody
When his eyes are landed on me, I know I can do anything
And he says he'll be there to catch me when I fall
But he seems obsessed with the thought of being an outlaw
And when it comes to the final chord, I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna cease a song that ends in tragedy.
He's like the tough winter snow that began with just a subtle breeze
It grabs you by the wrist and you never want to leave
Although you know that you're freezing, your hair's being dragged by the wind, you can't see a thing
You won't come inside. You won't fight.
You just let it fall...
~pre-chorus:
And when he goes away, I feel closer to the edge
But when he comes back, I can't even breathe...
~chorus:
And even though we live in our little twisted symphony
It tends to sound like a beautiful melody
When his eyes are landed on me, I know I can do anything
And he says he'll be there to catch me when I fall
But he seems obsessed with the thought of being an outlaw
And when it comes to the final chord, I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna cease a song that ends in tragedy.
~bridge:
And in case you're wondering, I remember
I remember that day, I remember that day
And in case you're wondering if I wanna surrender
I want to every day, oh every day
And just in case you put your hopes too high
And now you're been dragged down from the sky
Just in case you're wondering if we're just pretenders
I may be falling, but it sure feels like a free flight.
~chorus:
And even though we live in our little twisted symphony
It tends to sound like a beautiful melody
When his eyes are landed on me, I know I can do anything
And he says he'll be there to catch me when I fall
But he seems obsessed with the thought of being an outlaw
And when it comes to the final chord, I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna cease a song that ends in tragedy.
~outro:
He's like the summer wind that blows in my face
But suddenly, I've been dragged into the hurricane.
But suddenly, he turned into a hurricane
I've been told that he's meant to walk alone
But then he tells me he can't be on his own
Anymore...
~pre-chorus:
And when he goes away, I feel closer to the edge
But when he comes back, I can't even breathe...
~chorus:
And even though we live in our little twisted symphony
It tends to sound like a beautiful melody
When his eyes are landed on me, I know I can do anything
And he says he'll be there to catch me when I fall
But he seems obsessed with the thought of being an outlaw
And when it comes to the final chord, I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna cease a song that ends in tragedy.
He's like the tough winter snow that began with just a subtle breeze
It grabs you by the wrist and you never want to leave
Although you know that you're freezing, your hair's being dragged by the wind, you can't see a thing
You won't come inside. You won't fight.
You just let it fall...
~pre-chorus:
And when he goes away, I feel closer to the edge
But when he comes back, I can't even breathe...
~chorus:
And even though we live in our little twisted symphony
It tends to sound like a beautiful melody
When his eyes are landed on me, I know I can do anything
And he says he'll be there to catch me when I fall
But he seems obsessed with the thought of being an outlaw
And when it comes to the final chord, I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna cease a song that ends in tragedy.
~bridge:
And in case you're wondering, I remember
I remember that day, I remember that day
And in case you're wondering if I wanna surrender
I want to every day, oh every day
And just in case you put your hopes too high
And now you're been dragged down from the sky
Just in case you're wondering if we're just pretenders
I may be falling, but it sure feels like a free flight.
~chorus:
And even though we live in our little twisted symphony
It tends to sound like a beautiful melody
When his eyes are landed on me, I know I can do anything
And he says he'll be there to catch me when I fall
But he seems obsessed with the thought of being an outlaw
And when it comes to the final chord, I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna cease a song that ends in tragedy.
~outro:
He's like the summer wind that blows in my face
But suddenly, I've been dragged into the hurricane.
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