Black - Hardly Star-Crossed Lovers

Текст песни

Gonna fly up to the moon,
raising all of my money.
Can’t make it too soon,
I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
So this is how the world ends-
Not with a bang but with a wimpy.
Don’t laugh too soon-
I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
Who needs all the troubles of today?
What’s the difference anyway?
I feel out of focus, what can I do?
There’s only you.
Gonna fly up to the moon,
raising all of my money.
Can’t make it too soon,
I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
When they open the borders where will you be?
I’ll climb the highest tree
to avoid the stampede-
And if I should fly
only you, you,
there’s only you,
that would say goodbye.
--→>Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <←--