Testo Beauty 62

Woman of the valley
Golden ring in your eye
Caramel coffee
Watching you alchemist
That untouchable feeling
Impossible color of your hair
Shiny, shiny silver threads
I'll follow you anywhere
All that I'm left with
Statues, stones, and a seed
Songs bloom from the wreckage
She tells me

So that's what we do with all of this
Beauty now
So that's what we do with all of this
Beauty now

How many mothers would it take to allow?
How many nights here spent alone without you would it take
To unravel the vows?
She tried to warn me The angel number, sixty-two
She said, "Hold onto your grace"
Universal spirit, hold on to your gratitude

All that I'm left with
Statues crumble to the sea
Songs bloom from the wreckage
She tells me

So that's what we do with all of this
Beauty now
So that's what we do with all of this
Beauty now
So that's what we do with all of this
Beauty now
So that's what we do with all of this
Beauty now

Beauty now
I want to drown in it