Woorden: The Cure. This Twilight Garden.

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I lift my lips from kissing you
To kiss the sky
Cloud soft and blue
And slow the sun melts down
Into your golden words for me

I lift my hands from touching you
To touch the wind that whispers through
This twilight garden
Turns into a world
Where dreams are real

No-one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No-one will ever take your place
So in love with you

I lift my eyes from watching you
To watch the star rise shine onto
Your dreaming face and dreaming smile
You're dreaming worlds for me

I lift my lips from kissing you
And kiss the sky wide deepest blue
And slow the moon swims up
Into your golden words for me

No-one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No-one will ever take your place
So in love with you