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Текст: Cut Copy. In Ghost Colours. Nobody Lost, Nobody Found.

Always crashing to the ground
Always from the same height
Always falling down
If you start a fashion now
Make me a believer
The seas will part somehow

Staring at a silver sun, I'm blinded
I can see you almost in my town
Nothing but a sea of blue
Separating seasons and I think of you

Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love

Walking through a paper town
Counting all the reasons to burn the others down
Seems like every chance I take
Brings me ever closer to being far away

Black out, keep your colors dim
So nobody can see you
And let the ghost back in
Leave me heading through the ground
Always from the same height
And always falling down

Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love

Building, building, building gone
Bulging bones are hard to hold
Mold is forming on the ground
Nobody is lost, nobody is found

Building, building, building gone
Bulging bones are hard to hold
Mold is forming on the ground
Nobody is lost, nobody is found

Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love
Burning in the face of love