كلمات True Love Is The Oldest Fear

Like an exhausted soldier sleepless for five and six days burning dark clothes I wear sometimes I feel like being dead. The oldest fear is true love. It's the desert in my mouth. I've been looking for love. I got enough guilt to start. I'm still up and staring at the trails of aeroplanes. Soundless dawn slow motion. Sometimes I feel like being loved. The sweetest truth is failure. It's the cold breeze felt in June. I've been looking for her. I got enough love to give. And her smile now explodes in the coldest day. She can't stop to instigate true-love's hopeless fate. And my mouth now collides with my oldest fear. I can't hold these inside. I can't hold these tears. It's the sound of the joy that I can't rewind. I used to hear distant crack out in the city night. And today I've no words I'm coming unmasked for her. I would like to sing it all day long. It's true love. It's the sound of the joy that I can't rewind. I used to hear distant cracks out in the city night. And today I've no words I'm coming unmasked for her. I would like to sing it all day long. I'm still up and staring at the trails of aeroplanes. Sometimes I feel like being loved. Just listen to the sound of the joy I can't rewind. True love's hopeless fate.