Two Hearts - Edit - Zola Blood, Jacques Greene

We’re moving past the point, past perfect, past getting better

Pouring out two hearts that used to run, but now don’t beat together

Both grace and style, we should let it surrender

Set my, my part and try to remember

The way this goes

Is the way it goes

We never started something

Just to let it burn

But this takes in the air

Like a wildfire

It takes in the air

Like a wildfire

(Fall, falling)

(Fall, falling)

Gotten lost, turned out no chance at saving

When two hearts come apart with no explaining

But Is there really nothing else to talk about?

Is there really nothing else?

The way this goes

Is the way it goes

We never started something

Just to let it burn

But this takes in the air

Like a wildfire

It takes in the air

Like a wildfire

This takes in the air

Like a wildfire

It takes in the air

Like a wildfire