Marc Bolan Till Dawn
One and a two and a three and four, hey
Golden eyes on a sunset lawn
make me feel so glad to be born
Broken pages on the edge of night
make me want to squeeze you tight
Till dawn
Till dawn oh *
Heat will fly on a sky of gold
Rivers flow like diamonds oh
Sweet angel girl I need you now
locked around me like a burning house
Till dawn
Till dawn oh *
*Repeat
Till dawn t-t-till dawn Till dawn t-t-till dawn
