Frances Cone soon

He held his heart so tight and promised a long fight
'Cause he could not resign to lose you
Winter's mildest love sustained what he could touch
But still her mind could cut
Through
Wished him luck, he caved in
As if her eyes could save him
They shook off the smell of smoke
Always had to know
Soon, soon, soon
A cardboard life would light, the sweetness of his flight
But you could never come back too soon
They were seasick for days, with nothing left to say
And reeling out of place, they fell through
Wished him luck, he caved in
As if her eyes could save him
They shook off the smell of smoke
Always had to know
Soon, soon, soon