The Wildwoods - The Thought of Romance

Walking in Paris, France, holding hands,
Laughing ‘bout love and the thought of romance.
Talking bout civil wars, crooked doors,
cs it pours down on our heads left in ruins

On lives another spirit entwined.
Our innocence it had brought tears to their eyes.
Show me what love is and goodwill shall come.
The message to which we've been numb, has come undone.

Wading in shallow streams, her and me,
Whispering dreams and a future of bliss.
From her tongue and lips like mortar between bricks,
She took a breath and I lived again.

On lives another spirit entwined.
Our innocence it had brought tears to their eyes.
Show me what love is and goodwill shall come.
The message to which we've been numb, has come undone.

Walking in Paris, France, holding hands,
Laughing ‘bout love and the thought of romance.

Written by:
CHLOE GOSE, NOAH GOSE

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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