CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Which Angel Hands Have Tied
Two outcasts in a naturally lit room
A mistake
Snow falls divinely from the skylight
They walk through the tunnel of euphoria
In the form of a white powdery of utopia
Thomas Jefferson on the Polar Express
He opens the door
[Instrumental Bridge]
Everyday, is the feeling of a beautiful summer night
And nothing ever feels wrong
You feel safe and happy
Not always sad
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
A mistake
Snow falls divinely from the skylight
They walk through the tunnel of euphoria
In the form of a white powdery of utopia
Thomas Jefferson on the Polar Express
He opens the door
[Instrumental Bridge]
Everyday, is the feeling of a beautiful summer night
And nothing ever feels wrong
You feel safe and happy
Not always sad
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
And it falls apart
