I walk towards my step
without aiming my bow
things I draw in my dream
well its the only dream no more
boys or girls I hard to tell
theyre standing beside my road
they seem to never move at all
or not to breath any more
Im rolling on a love again
barely getting out
Im falling in a love again
with knowing what remains
Im rolling on a love again
barely getting out
Im falling in a love again
with knowing what remains
Im rolling on a love again
barely getting out
Im falling in a love again
with knowing what remains
Im rolling on a love again
barely getting out
Im falling in a love again
I know what remains
Covent garden