Lyrics The Third Time - Choir of Young Believers

The Third Time

The thought of the nightingale haunts
You away from your home
To separation you are drawn
Bite, bite your lip and forget all the things I said
Just bite your lip and forget
Just bite your lip and forget
Feverish I lay my head on your shoulder
And you said, this is all that we get
Cursed like a cold summer wind
And swept in painted eyelids
Just like a cold summer wind
Bite, bite your lip and forget all the things I said
Just bite your lip and forget
That all I ever do
Is to sit and wait for someone who
Would take me by the hand and by the heart
And show me where to start
And to prove it’s not impossible I treat it
Like a fossil but before the rooster crows
I will deny it for the third time
Bite, bite your lip and forget all the things I said
Just bite your lip and forget
That all I ever do
Is to sit and wait for someone who
Would take me by the hand and by the heart
And show me where to start
And to prove it’s not impossible I treat it
Like a fossil but before the rooster crows
I will deny it for the third time