Wild Wood

Glass Face

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If shooting stars shot an arrow through my heart
Would you be the one to leave before it starts?

Let's go back to the room we used to know
With the red brick and a wooden floor
But the roof caved and the walls they tumbled down

Now my love drags you down
Now my love drags you down
Now my love drags you down

If broken hearts bleed the words you left unsaid
Would you leave me lone to die within this bed?

Let's go back to the room we used to know
With the red brick and a wooden floor
But the roof caved and the walls they tumbled down

Now my love drags you down
Now my love drags you down
Now my love drags you down
Now my love drags you down
Now my love drags you down