LYRIC

Love lives in old sonnets
And dying flowers
Hold on for dear life
As we force our finest hour

Call it a shame
Call it a crime
Now I look like a man out of time
We can't see a thing
With these stars in our eyes

Just call it anything but goodbye
Anything but goodbye
We'll make up an excuse
To trip blindly through the night
Looking for a light

I tried to give you gold
But you give me this game
I blow at the embers
But I can't feel your flame

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