The Third Time - Choir of Young Believers

The thought of the nightingale haunts

You away from your home

To separation you are drawn

Bite, bite your lip and forget all the things I said

Just bite your lip and forget

Just bite your lip and forget

Feverish I lay my head on your shoulder

And you said, this is all that we get

Cursed like a cold summer wind

And swept in painted eyelids

Just like a cold summer wind

Bite, bite your lip and forget all the things I said

Just bite your lip and forget

That all I ever do

Is to sit and wait for someone who

Would take me by the hand and by the heart

And show me where to start

And to prove it’s not impossible I treat it

Like a fossil but before the rooster crows

I will deny it for the third time

Bite, bite your lip and forget all the things I said

Just bite your lip and forget

That all I ever do

Is to sit and wait for someone who

Would take me by the hand and by the heart

And show me where to start

And to prove it’s not impossible I treat it

Like a fossil but before the rooster crows

I will deny it for the third time