Music: Theea Miculescu
For Fred
Eyes locked and the crowd seems gone
I don't understand
How come you shook my heart
When you shook my hand
My universe collides with yours
Yes what a lovely mess it is
What a lovely mess
How come
You shook my hand
You shook my heart instead
We are not lost
When we lose ourselves
We are not lost
When we lose lose lose ourselves
World stops
When you say hello
Then starts again
No oh
How come you shook my heart
When you shook my hand
My universe collides with yours
Yes what a lovely mess it is
What a lovely mess
How come you shook my heart
When you shook my hand
We are not lost
When we lose ourselves
We are not lost
When we lose ourselves
We are not lost
When we lose lose lose ourselves
(For δΈδΈ)----Chelsea