Lletres: Bows. Wonderland.

All the hustler's are in bed - sleepyheads
As we flit above the rooftops of their homes - lazy Bones
If i could keep you hidden from everyone - i would
But they'll soon be dreaming of you

Sky-high most times that im with you
And if i hand you every hearbeat, oh why wont you hold Me

Feels all england is at stake - and it's too late
Cos there's nothing of me left that isn't yours and
There's no cure
If i could keep you hidden from everyone - would
But there'll soon be pin-ups of you - so young

Sky highmost times that im with you
And if i hand you every hearbeat, oh why wont you hold Me

Speed wont get me anywhere
Fine time to feel so undone

If i hand you every heartbeat, oh why wont you hold me
If all englands dreaming of you, ill try not to stop You