Lovers cry. One last kiss by the edge, they're. Hand in hand. Two lovers stop their hearts. Better than to be apart. They had run from a father to the highest bridge.
You ought to see your face. You ought to hear your voice. Last time, I was here. I wouldn't turn around. You ought to lock that door. Somebody might get in.
Lovers cry. One last kiss by the edge. They're hand in hand. . Two lovers stop their hearts. Better than to be apart. They had run from a father to the highest bridge.
Walking from the bus stop. Couldn't wait to get off. I know I am the lucky one. . Walking through the twilight. Cold Nevada twilight. I know I am the lucky one.