Iwan Rheon Happy Again
She brushes with tears Paints on her clothes, paves new spheres Opens the curtain Toppling lass in the mud
Oh she's happy again Cause all she sees is your own level head, And all she breathes is the air that you shared A lion free in the place of your bed
She paints a picture, a canvas of gladding aura The lights are clashing She saw that my heart is racing
Oh she's happy again Cause all she see is your own level head, And all she breathes is the air that you shared, A lion free in the place of your bed
Wait for me, Wait till the morning, We'll be fine
Wait for me, wait for me, Wait till the morning, We'll be fine
But is she happy again? When all she sees is your own level head, And all she breathes is the air that you shared? A lion free in the place of your bed
I'll meet her later When charring cross calls come closure Two twisted lovers One will look back, one never
Oh she's happy again Cause all she breathes is the air that is free, And all she sees are that shapes that she feels, A lion free with no thought of you and me
Wait for me, Wait till the morning, We'll be fine
Wait for me, wait for me, Wait till the morning, We'll be fine
