St. Peters - Champs

I wouldn’t have fallen inside of saint Peter’s

And I wouldn’t have marks to tell them apart

I wouldn’t have fallen inside of saint Peter’s

And I wouldn’t have marks to tell them apart

I wouldn’t have stood in places you stand

And I would…

I wouldn’t have danced you down with the sun

And I would not have did if you had not done

I wouldn’t have stepped inside of your dream

And I would…

If night gets cold your love is getting old, and it’s all right

It’s all right…

You touch like magic and dance with me down

Into the delicate light in I’ll go with you somehow

Your dream has died your past is on fire at last

You touch like magic and dance with me down

Into the delicate light I’ll go with you somehow

Your dream has died your past is on fire at last…

I wouldn’t have touched the space in between

And I wouldn’t have leant so hard on your lean

I wouldn’t have stepped inside of tour dream

And I would…

I wouldn’t have lead a long and cold reign

With a broken idea of a heart on a chain

If you cannot love then who can I blame?

If night gets cold your love is getting old

And it’s all right

It’s all right

You touch like magic and dance with me down

Into the delicate light I’ll go with you some how

Your dream has died your past is on fire at last

You touch like magic and dance with me down

Into the delicate light I’ll go with you some how

Your dream has died your past is on fire at last

I wouldn’t have fallen inside of saint Peter’s

And I wouldn’t have marks to tell them apart

I wouldn’t have stepped in places you stood

And I would…

If night gets cold your love is getting old and its all right

Its all right…