It's Your Love Songtext
von Hannah Lou Clark

Woe is a gobstobber in my mouth
Hold my breath, count to ten, spit it out
Hair on my head falls like autumn leaves
My mirror shows a weight of human frailty

It′s your love
It's your love
It′s your love
It's your love
Your hand in the shape of a gun
It's your love

Blue is the dress for the bride to be
A prophecy revealed in every magazine
The world is a mirror born inside my cheek
And I′m spitting glass I′m spinning plates like circus freaks is


It's your love
It′s your love
It's your love
It′s your love
Your hand in the shape of a gun
It's your love

I choose a blue veil
In the red room
And if I′m a good girl
Can we go home soon?
I saw the black dog
I got stage fright
It's your love
Boy, your love makes me alright

It's your love
It′s your love
It′s your love
It's your love
Your hand in the shape of a gun
It′s your love

You're my love
You′re my love
You're my love
You′re my love

And I turned all the flames in the sun in sorrow