Idy - She s The Softest Sound In London lyrics

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<b>She's The Softest Sound In London</b> by <i>Idy</i><br />an't you see the sky is falling?

As these porcelain clouds dismantle

Into shards of our affection

Raining on our secret scandal

With a photo inside the cover

Of her bible, of her lover

She talks to God, but not her parents

And I'm so in love with her appearance

Ooh, Ooh Ooh La La

When she holds my hand

I can't, can't, can't, just can't seem to catch my breath

While I fall headfirst into the pavement

It feels as if all my reason has left

And, I couldn't tell her...

Can't you feel the tinge of sickness

As it's seeping through your bloodstream

You're warm as breath in December

Yet you remain so serene

I won't be home before I miss you

You're in my thoughts like a plague

A drug to my every function

Honey, you're a state of grace

And I don't know why I would doubt you,

Nothing feels the same without you...