: I can't mend it A falling star or a broken angel I dont pretend that loving you is an easy thing You might say the plans we made were a guide for
my life up to those hands Those hands that I've been praying to Step inside your mind and in time you will find We live, we die, we fade into the afterlife
I can't mend it A falling star or a broken angel I dont pretend that loving you is an easy thing You might say the plans we made were a guide for living
