Well, if I had wings, then I'd learn to fly.
Without all these things, I question,
Why, that with all these wonderments that you've applied,
could you still be my… everything
The wave that rolls as the night gets cold
on the day that you know that your life couldn't pass you over.
And if I was king, king of the world in pools of pleasure, expensive leathers,
diamonds and pearls, there would be no other girls, just faster and faster.
Well, I'll be a bastard! Could we endeavor after ‘cause you're what I'm after.
You make me weak in the knees until I can't hardly speak.
But, ‘cause it's plain to see that my disease is something beautiful,
until the end of time
You'll be: my wave that rolls as the days were getting colder,
The way that we would break on the day that the world was over,
The prayers we prayed when the love started getting old,
Or the lines we'd retrace knowing I couldn't hold you over,
Though I want to.
I wanted to,
Cause I want you,
‘Cause if I were king,
Yes, if I held everything,
I'd build us some wings
And fly back in time.
When you were my everything,
Yes, you were my everything.
When you were my everything,
Yes, you were my everything.

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