Текст песни My 1 - LOWER MARS

(This is the story where fate takes the lead
Where love is a flower, but fate is the weed
Natural forces tear hearts apart
A cruel wind blows through the lover's art
No matter the bond, no matter the plea
Destiny's hand denies what could be
The stars align, but never in grace
For love is a battle, and fate wins the race)

Hold me close
And let no space for any bad thing
Hold me over and let no such thing harm me
(me)

Oh, you own me
Oh, you own me
Oh, you own me

I miss when you held my-
Kisses on your skin touch
And the smell of your hair now
Staying in the night warm

I miss when you hold me
In the night when you calm me
When mares come to me
Become one and hold me

Hold me

When you hold me
When you hold me
When you hold me

When you hold me
When you hold me
When you hold me

When you hold me
When you hold me
When you hold me

When you hold me
When you hold me
When you hold me