Holding you close feels like a cut-throat:
Losing blood, the weakness of falling in love…
And I was never afraid of the dark
Until you.
Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
And it’s true,
I was never afraid of the dark
Until you
Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
Resisting your soul is walking a tightrope.
The distant sound of dangerous ground: wolves are calling.
And I was never afraid of the dark,
No, I was never afraid until you.
Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
And it’s true,
I was never afraid of the dark,
No, I was never afraid until you.
Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
Love is believing…
Love is believing…
And I was never afraid of the dark,
No, I was never afraid until you.
Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
And it’s true,
I was never afraid of the dark,
No, I was never afraid until you.
Oh, the weapon you make of my heart…
The weapon you make of my heart… |