Somehow spring just worked, when beautiful things were created to make it this far, so let go. Still a familiar curve, echoing what you have thought, never guarantees a big flame's where it lets move. Oh, won't you talk to me, if your words are bittersweet? Playing our broken strings, I'm ready, I'm ready. If you want my love, when you say what you mean, then we could simply switch off the path until now. You gave me fire. If I could take back all the words, the cut you so deeply that hurt, I'd leave my fingerprints on your halo. Burning me straight over time, still I feel the black and gold mind, I'm hoping you'll shine, gonna shine tomorrow. Oh, won't you talk to me, if your words are bittersweet? Playing our broken strings, I'm ready, I'm ready. If you want my love, when you say what you mean, then we could simply switch off the path until now. You gave me fire. Oh, won't you talk to me, if your words are bittersweet? Playing our broken strings, I'm ready, I'm ready. If you want my love, when you say what you mean, then we could simply switch off the path until now.
