Fires Over DresdenPorcelain people Created in fire Mothers and babiesFires Over Dresden
Hear the cry Of spinning blades Flying by As the daylight fades
Upstairs we hide in each others eyes Desperate for this second to pretend They're getting closer with every breath We know this is how we wanted it to end Theres something about this kiss that means i'l hold it until we're gone No blinking, we don't want this to be missed,
You told me the rain was wasted
Without my kiss The cold would take the pain away from this Through the roof at which we've gazed
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