Future Hurry Slow Songtext
von Lea Porcelain

While all of heaven awakens
Let the future hurry slow

Let you be alternate love
Let you be the stars above

Say how much more
Sweet blooms have masked
Before I go to hollow?
So is it not heaven itself?
My love it has to follow


For what I care
You are my all
My sense or voices mark
Look in your glass
And tell the face

That you know that it wont last

Say how much more
Sweet blooms have masked
Before I go to hollow?
So is it not heaven itself?
My love it has to follow

Of my heart
Of my heart

Of my heart
Wherethrough the sun
Wherethrough the sun
Wherethrough the sun
Be weeps myself at the break of dawn