Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
What if I'm comparing all of Heaven with stars
Am I the last to know I've met with Heaven, a star
I need to know you in a way that the others have not
There is a room we dream about somewhere on this globe
And if I cannot find it for you I'll make my own
‘Cause I need to know you in a way that the others have not
Oh, that’s not the play
That’s not the play you've known
I need to pull you inwards with a candle in hand
I've not lit it in past times like I've lit it today