Arguments start in a second
Wings fall off the doves
Good heart lands in a puddle
Is this a punchline or is this love?
Oh, come on
Come on, someone
Throw me a sun
My hands feel like an old man's
Beating down in the sand
Me, red wine every evening
Just to keep my head from my hands
Oh, come on
Come on, someone
Throw me a sun
It's starting
It's starting
In my heart I knew I killed it with a sword
And my heart won't let me go
Chasing rainbows in the snow
Oh, I can't go on
No, I won't go on
But it all goes on
And I do go on
Come on
Come on, someone
Throw me a sun
Oh, come on
Come on, someone
Throw me a sun
Throw me a sun