Текст: Amy Studt. False Smiles. Seconds Away.

I feel you,
Inside me,
And slowly
I'm gone.
I'm losing
It quietly
Drawn into the sun.
Lovers go
And lovers come
It's the same for everyone.
For my life I'm holding on, it's fragile, precious.
I see you,
Inside me,
And softly
I'm done.
I'm falling,
I'm melting like liquid, I run.
Lovers all
And lovers none
But it changes everyone.
For a moment, then it's gone, it's fragile, precious.
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart.
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark.
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart.
It's endless,
Completeness.

I drown in your arms,
My senses awakening
How freeing you are.
> From the depths of where I came
To the embers of my flame.
I feel like a child again, I'm fragile, restless.
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart.
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark.
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart.
To the sound of your heart.
Seconds, seconds, seconds, into your heart.
Seconds, seconds, seconds, into your heart.
Seconds, seconds, seconds, into your heart.
Seconds, seconds, seconds, into your heart.
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart. (To the sound of your heart)
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark. (To get lost in the dark)
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart. (To the sound of your heart)
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark. (To get lost in the dark)
Count the seconds away to the sound of your heart. (To the sound of your heart)
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark.