Holding hands they held their heads Today might be their first day of love Holding hands they held their heads Today might be their first day of love
Everyone was sleeping Clouds and stars were weeping Silence slowly creeps in Places with dear meaning
Have a good weakend, hmm Have a good weakend, hmm Lending words to mend their hearts Today might be their first day of love Lending words to mend their hearts Today might be their first day of love
When the job is done Everyone is losing Better trade your gun Cause love labor´s losing