It's quiet at the end of the spell
It's calm near the sound of her beating heart
My baby makes me think of heaven
Now I won't make the same mistakes twice
I'll just learn so she might love me more
Where I'm with her at the door
My baby makes me think of heaven
My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord
My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord
My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord
Your little message got me
For my girl is coming soon
There's white light in my drawing room
My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord
My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord
My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord
Your little message got me
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