Favorite کے بول

Oh lie I thought you were golden I thought you were wise Caught you returning To the house you caught fire But I know that I was your favorite And I said Amen Wise, found favorin' heaven And I at your side But I never felt sorry For those shimmering lies When I laid down and cried I was faking And I said Amen Last night I dreamt That I hit a deer with my car Blood from his heart Spilled out onto my dress and was warm He begged me to follow But legions of sorrow defied me Oh lie I thought you were golden I thought you were wise When I caught you returning To the house you caught fire But I know that I'm your favorite And I said Amen Oh favorite And I said Amen