The flowers loathe
The top of the mountain
Where we Laid
Till the sun fell asleep
With you on top of me
We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms
We just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
Cause we just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
We'll find a brick home
Somewhere in the town below
Let the wind in the trees
And the blaze of the fire
Lull us back to sleep
Forget where we left off
Cause we're only trying
To keep love alive
We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms
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