Текст песни A Tale of Two Cities - Birds Of Passage

Do you remember your beguiling
Do you remember the ball
The extraordinary Sundays
After the curtain call

In a field of willows weeping
Where you awoke my skin
And i would kiss your lustre
In a world unraveling

Filling my enchantment with all the reasons to believe
All the poets' fantasies
Were ours alone to breathe

Do you remember falling victim
To the mediocre dream
A Tale of Two Cities
Left to burn away with me

Do you remember your beguiling
Do you remember mine
The extraordinary Sundays
Left to line the graves of time