End Love
Bowvayne - Molten
End love,
I am yours
And lying in your arms,
Through my empty gestures
And stupid, selfish charms.
End love,
You are mine,
Figment of all my wrong,
I’m alone and with you,
Where I really belong.
If rain should fall on me,
I’ll turn into a seed in springtime,
Become the spirit of a tree,
And free myself from time.
End love,
You are mine,
Figment of all my wrong,
I’m alone and with you,
Where I really belong.
Where I really belong.
Where I really belong.
So when all hope is gone,
It’s time to just move on.
End love,
You are mine,
Figment of all my wrong,
I’m alone and with you,
End love,
You are mine,
Figment of all my wrong,
I’m alone and with you,
Where I really belong.
Where I really belong.
Where I really belong.
Where I really belong.
© Gold Fountain Music 2008
