Wild Horses - Lovers

She told stories of the mystery of the seven seas

She told stories like symphonies, i was listening

A band of turquoise, heart opening, it was early spring

A band of lost boys, hearts searching in the early spring

There’s a light in the drama of every day

And the peaceful knows her name

There’s a light in the drama of everyday

And the peaceful know her

Can I come see you in the gallery for your opening?

Can i come visit you in your studio room when you’re working?

Can i stand next to you in the balcony when you’re whispering?

Can i stand close to you?

will you listen when I’m whispering?

There’s a bright transition of a shape

Wild horses will always be the same

There’s a bright transition of a shape

Wild horses