作词 : Elena Marco 作曲 : Elena Marco Never seen such angry colours in the sky Never heard the wind start roaring as my temper starts to rise You said that was magic Seven days in pieces for climbing up For thoroughly looking for the highest spot To achieve the highest, heaviest fall
And I was wondering all along: is this for real, Am I living this song? As you slept trying to get rid of my hold
Is it still love, if it’s not meant to be? I know we both have to go, but do we, really?
Not a healthy day, 24 hours in bed But I feel justified in my pain And my pain feeds on your love And if your love feeds on magic then we should be half way there But I know that we are not Love’s our exile, not our home Magic was the snake, close my eyes, fall
Is it still love, if it’s not meant to be? I know we both have to go, but do we, really?
作词 : Elena Marco 作曲 : Elena Marco Never seen such angry colours in the sky Never heard the wind start roaring as my temper starts to rise You said that was magic Seven days in pieces for climbing up For thoroughly looking for the highest spot To achieve the highest, heaviest fall
And I was wondering all along: is this for real, Am I living this song? As you slept trying to get rid of my hold
Is it still love, if it’s not meant to be? I know we both have to go, but do we, really?
Not a healthy day, 24 hours in bed But I feel justified in my pain And my pain feeds on your love And if your love feeds on magic then we should be half way there But I know that we are not Love’s our exile, not our home Magic was the snake, close my eyes, fall
Is it still love, if it’s not meant to be? I know we both have to go, but do we, really?
