Lyrics Places - Owel

Places

We recite our favorite lines from our favorite silent films
Every word with quiet eyes and every touch a novel
And we pretend to love like them
Cue the orchestra to swell when our eyes meet
Rising louder now with every rushed heartbeat
So I’ll be hopeless, gazing out a train
And you, compelled to trade names
Our two hands enact the scene
Casting shadows on the wall
First they elegantly greet and then begins the waltz
Cue the orchestra to swell when our mouths meet
Rising louder now until we’re under sheets
So I’ll be hopeless, stranger cross the bar
And you, who’ll save me from my black heart
I’ll be your, I’ll…
Yeah, I’ll be your… oh-oh
Yeah, I’ll be your, your wanderer
Yeah, I’ll be, oh, I’ll be yours
So I’ll be hopeless, hopelessly deranged
And you, a voice a million miles away
Yeah, I’ll be yours
I’ll be yours
Yeah, I’ll be yours
Your own, your own