Текст песни 5432 - Tayá

Like a moth to a flame
Through a mountain range
I'm trying to hold you again
Let the drum beat loud
Let it echo out
Just seventeen, I was aware

When the wait is over
And my heart is aching to come back home
When our days are numbered
But it won't be long 'til we're all alone
And the wait is over
And my heart is aching to come back home
When our days are numbered
Five, four, three, two

Did I fade away
When you call my name
Just wait 'til there's nothing left
There's a blinding light
In the desert sky
Come lay me down in this bed

When the wait is over
And my heart is aching to come back home
When our days are numbered
But it won't be long 'til we're all alone
And the wait is over
And my heart is aching to come back home
When our days are numbered
Five, four, three, two

I see your face
In flashes of black and white, oh
And in my dreams of gold
I'll stay with you
Until all the stars collide
Yeh I will be the one
To be next, to be next to you, ooh
To be next, to be next to you, ooh
To be next, to be next to you, ooh

When the wait is over
And my heart is aching to come back home
When our days are numbered
But it won't be long 'til we're all alone
And the wait is over
And my heart is aching to come back home
When our days are numbered
Five, four, three, two

Five, four, three, two