(a bell / v clarke)
See those eyes like stars
Will fall from the sky
Soaring through the icy
Wastelands of space
Tears on the window,
Feeling the wind blow
Rushing right trough you,
Knows all that you do
All is fair in true love wars
All is fair in true love wars
I guess I?m into feeling
Higher lately
Higher than I?ve ever been
This thing called love
Like an angel of the wilderness descends
The rain comes down
To wash the morning so fair
Cries of hysteria,
Fire coming near ya
Cheers to the madness, sorrow and sadness
All is fair in true love wars
Knowing
All is fair in true love wars
Give me time to think it over,
Give me room and space to breathe in
Let me while away the hours,
To be sure to work it out