In the valley o' love near the sea of despair
There in the cottage you'll find what your owed
Sitting in a jar by the door
Now go and play nicely the hounds on the run
No loosing face in the rain
Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds on a holy day
Captivation at first then a sink filled with bile
Millions of countries in thousands of towns are watching like it's
Happened before
Let spirits be lifted again and again imagine that it's just a chore
Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds
On a holy
Days like the old ones that we knew and the perfume
Made with red roses from the yard in the valley of love
Maxwell FARRINGTON & Le SuperHomard - TWO HOPEFUL LOVERS Lyrics
Maxwell FARRINGTON & Le SuperHomard - TWO HOPEFUL LOVERS Lyrics
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In the valley o' love near the sea of despair
There in the cottage you'll find what your owed
Sitting in a jar by the door
Now go and play nicely the hounds on the run
No loosing face in the rain
Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds on a holy day
Captivation at first then a sink filled with bile
Millions of countries in thousands of towns are watching like it's
Happened before
Let spirits be lifted again and again imagine that it's just a chore
Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds
On a holy
Days like the old ones that we knew and the perfume
Made with red roses from the yard in the valley of love
There in the cottage you'll find what your owed
Sitting in a jar by the door
Now go and play nicely the hounds on the run
No loosing face in the rain
Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds on a holy day
Captivation at first then a sink filled with bile
Millions of countries in thousands of towns are watching like it's
Happened before
Let spirits be lifted again and again imagine that it's just a chore
Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds
On a holy
Days like the old ones that we knew and the perfume
Made with red roses from the yard in the valley of love
Writer: CHRISTOPHE VAILLANT, MAXWELL FARRINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, STRICTLY SONGS FRANCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, STRICTLY SONGS FRANCE