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Testo Death Of Love
Testo Death Of Love
Hineni
Hineni, hineni
I don't know how we got here
I think we might be sleeping
I think we might be walking to the death of love (To the)
It never seemed so hard To say what you really mean
When everything you have seen is from above (From above)
It's the death of love (Death of love)
If we're on an island all the time
And it is yours and it is mine
It's the death of love (To the death of love)
Is there no good faith?
Is our love misplaced?
I don't know how we got here
Everything feels different
People are losing interest
In the best of love
It never seemed so hard
To wake up from your dream
When everything you have seen is from above (From above)
It's the death of love (Death of)
If we're on an island all the time
And it is yours and it is mine
It's the death of love
Don't leave me behind
Over one bad hour
Sometimes we come back empty handed
Like bees from plastic flowers
We can't follow you where you're goin'
We can't follow you where you're goin'
We can't follow you where you're planning to go
To the death of love
I think we might be sleeping
I guess we might be walking, to the—
To the death of love
Hineni, hineni
I don't know how we got here
I think we might be sleeping
I think we might be walking to the death of love (To the)
It never seemed so hard To say what you really mean
When everything you have seen is from above (From above)
It's the death of love (Death of love)
If we're on an island all the time
And it is yours and it is mine
It's the death of love (To the death of love)
Is there no good faith?
Is our love misplaced?
I don't know how we got here
Everything feels different
People are losing interest
In the best of love
It never seemed so hard
To wake up from your dream
When everything you have seen is from above (From above)
It's the death of love (Death of)
If we're on an island all the time
And it is yours and it is mine
It's the death of love
Don't leave me behind
Over one bad hour
Sometimes we come back empty handed
Like bees from plastic flowers
We can't follow you where you're goin'
We can't follow you where you're goin'
We can't follow you where you're planning to go
To the death of love
I think we might be sleeping
I guess we might be walking, to the—
To the death of love
- Barefoot In The Park
- Overgrown
- Retrograde
- Like The End
- Mile High
- I Am Sold
- Limit To Your Love
- Assume Form
- Tell Them
- Into The Red
Altri testi di James Blake
Patrick Raymond Leonard, Leonard Cohen, James Blake Litherland
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Testi James Blake
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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