, it's out of my hands Can I break the mood If there's nothing left to break? And what of night and day? I never need more It's such a perfect end A
s out of my hands Can I break the mood If there?s nothing left to break But what of night and day We never need more It?s such a perfect end A constant
out of my hands Can I break the mood If there?s nothing left to break But what of night and day We never need more It?s such a perfect end A constant
