(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