Текст песни
put your hand where you can feel me in this moment we re alive
I intend to find you on my own, though my pockets may be empty, though the cellos have gone home
i intend to find you on my own
In this moment we can die free, in this moment we can die free, the piano has been waiting
i intend to find you on my own
In this moment we can die free, though the music has been fading
In this moment we can die free, i wrap my arm around your side
Though the music has been fading, for some lonely man to play a note Old, though the piano has been waiting
How can i make you, for some lonely man to play a note, i intend to find you on my own
though the piano has been waiting
Though my hands are very cold, i intend to find you on my own
The piano has been waiting, how can i make you
Though my pockets may be empty, though my shoes are not for winter
Put your hand where you can feel me in this moment we re alive, though my hands are very cold Shoes, make you understand
though my shoes are not for winter
How can i make you, i intend to find you on my own Old, how can i make you
Though the piano has been waiting, though the music has been fading
how can i make you
the piano has been waiting
I intend to find you on my own, in this moment we can die free
Though the cellos have gone home, i wrap my arm around your side
In this moment we can die free, the piano has been waiting
Though my hands are very cold, how can i make you Shoes, though the cellos have gone home
in this moment we can die free
put your hand where you can feel me in this moment we re alive
Though the piano has been waiting, in this moment we can die free, though my shoes are not for winter