Before you see it, painted blue
The temptation, to see it through
Turning back on, what you thought you knew
A fallen angel, is coming through
The train is coming, as darkness breathes
A feeling summoned, for all to see
Please, come back to me
And turn your soul, into
The one you held, onto, was true
Before you see it, painted blue
The temptation, to see it through
Please beware of, feeling cold
There's no-one else I, could bare to hold
Turn your soul, into
The one you held, onto, was true.
Writer(s): James Wood, Jonathan Mccleery
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