- cifra
Amid the cold lines of the ciy
lay down your head
To quiet all the sadness
To feel what's possible instead
your Grace
I think I found the perfect way
To explain it
Close your eyes
And move
Within the alchemy
Between us
Can alchemy sustain us
While the world, it falls apart?
This sinstinct keeps us searching
a cure for broken hearts
You grace
I think I found the perfect way
To explain it
Close your eyes
and move
Within the alchemy
Between us
