Novo Amor & Ed Tullett – Alps

Fault her further on,
all her flaws were gone.

Covered in everything,
coveted all at once.
Everything covering
everything all at once.

But I would fake,
I would hate,
I would break every inch of my love.

Halt her collarbone,
all her haunts were home.

and I saw the peaks on my own,
that you probably meant for us,
and I tore the fear from my bones
that you probably never lost.

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