Iwan Rheon
feel it coming
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Open Mind, more empty minded at weekends
Tell me your secrets again.
You sail in silence and speak paper and pen
Well sadness or violence? Depends.
Heaven knows, heaven knows...
Said the man who cannot love.
And now there's something, now there are no illusions
Don't float out like childhood balloons.
These heavy answers, and the fear of teason
When this is the last chance salloon.
Heaven knows, heaven knows
Said the man who cannot love.
Then you feel it coming
Feel it grow
And it tastes like home
Then you feel it coming
Feel it grow
And it tastes like home
Then you feel it coming
Feel it grow
And it tastes like home
Tastes like home