Testo di The Tourist

One of us I couldn't see, hoping it was me Now that it feels it couldn't be, wanting to be free Never fall from holiness, painting in the stars What if we could turn around like birds in the rain? One of us I couldn't see, hoping it was me Now that it feels it couldn't be, wanting to be free Never fall from holiness, painting in the stars What if we could turn around like birds in the rain? One of us I couldn't see, hoping it was me Now that it feels it couldn't be, wanting to be free