Luckiest people - Jill Johnson

I’m cold

It was the end of november

The day was sunny yet cold

I thougth I climbed every mountain, befor I seen it all

Outside the autumn turned to winter, and inside my heart turned to stone

We were the luckiest people.

The garden of eden was our home

We were the luckiest people

I thougth we were meant to be, I thought it was we

I thought we were meant to be, you end me

All for the taste of the unknown.

The strongest love fade away

Now I must gather all the pices, of a shatterd dream

Outside my window there is a winding road, my heart is telling me to go

We were the luckiest people.

mmm.

The garden of eden was our home

We were the luckiest people.

I thougt it was meant to be, I thought it was we

I thougt it was meant to be, you and me

Not even thousand miles would hide the truth behind your eyes

I see it right througt and I knew, I just knew

We were the luckiest people.

The garden of eden was our home

We were the luckiest people

I thougth we were meant to be, I thought it was we

I thought we were meant to be, you end me

You and me

We were meant to be