light of the world
are you still here
and are we illuminating
when love becomes a delicate display
so weak, dissolved by anything
love lies here waiting all alone
can a king be a king
weighed down
our hearts, a bubble maker's dream
moved on by winds of everything
as we deny that love is still the king
not as weak as we make him out to be
love lies here waiting all alone
can a king be a king
weighed down
weighed down
weighed down
weighed down
weighed down
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