The Lane

Tradução

Sleepy Sun

Compositor: Brett Constantino / Brian Tice / Evan Reiss / Jack Allen / Matt Holliman

You wait in line
You stare inside
You bite your lip
Your eyes in a handsome grip
So tight

You hold your head
So still on a heavy breast
The key in hand
To the heart of the promised land
You're mine

In a pool of roses, we could swim
Only a grand illusion of our earthly whim
A glimpse

You ride the wheel
On a sea of floating fields
You're drawn, quartered
Left to drift like a poor angel of lust

In a pool of roses, we could swim
Only a grand illusion of our earthly whim
A glimpse