Momentary sensory promises

Moments cut like shots of broken glass

Somewhere between sublime and the ridiculous

Is where we go to mend the broken heart



Feeling like a child

And you're looking like a man

You wanna make it pride

Feeling like you can



Out of this world

Ou of our hands

Out of control

His beauty unfolds

Again and again

Out of this world

And little to the blue

Found me

Found here

To you



Not the best of times

To give a benefit

Waste of all this love affair, we've lied

We're so close together, yet so separate

Couldn't we've risen it if we tried?



Feeling like a child

And you're looking like a man

You wanna make it pride

Feeling like you can



Out of this world

Ou of our hands

Out of control

His beauty unfolds

Again and again

Out of this world

And little to the blue

Found me

Found here

To you