Chromatics - Birds of Paradise
Baby, When I first saw you
I knew, you had the keys to my heart
And in the setting sun we flew away
To a broken kind of paradise
Where time would stand still
You are the black sky, always running from the sun.
Paralyzed, I dug a well deep inside
I kissed the tide, but you held the moon and carried the stars
Like life was a memory, and death, just a possibility
You are the black sky, always running from the sun
You're always running from the sun.