Toulouse کے بول

Holding onto you Is proving hard to do With nothing to lose Only knees to bruise I'll be yours tonight If you lose the way I'll be yours tonight If you lose the way Tracing through your thoughts Is tying me in knots After all the pause It's patience that withdraws You're a writer's note A sculptor's arm A fading light A fallen star Passing in and out Of frames we've filled with doubt The piece of home we found Is the one we've left without I'll be yours tonight If you lose your way I'll be yours tonight If you lose the way You're a writer's note A sculptor's arm A fading light A forgotten scar