"So, move and give me back the remote
. In the living room.
. Beauty is that you are to me,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
But what beauty cannot explain,
Is the hurt that gives me pain,
Then burns like fiery rain,
And as i look at you i know you are,
Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self.
"So, move and give me back the remote
. In the living room.
. Beauty is that you are to me,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
But what beauty cannot explain,
Is the hurt that gives me pain,
Then burns like fiery rain,
And as i look at you i know you are,
Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self.
"So, move and give me back the remote
. In the living room.
. Beauty is that you are to me,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
But what beauty cannot explain,
Is the hurt that gives me pain,
Then burns like fiery rain,
And as i look at you i know you are,
Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self.
