I do not think they will sing for me
I do not think they will sing for me
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise
Protagonists can’t always get want they want
But if they try sometime, they might find
They get what they really want but didn’t know they even wanted
Protagonists can’t always get want they want
But if they try sometime, they might find
They get what they really want but didn’t know they even wanted