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Text: The Sound. Temperature Drop.

Landing In an open sea
Coming down through the atmosphere
You' re the one I need

Does It make no sense as the words sink in
You want more but there's nothing more
Than this to me

The same way I feel it when it starts
So I know when it stops
And I only want to live by the heart
I'll tell you when the temperature drops

It can fall so fast, like the guillotine
The head is bowed, the neck is clear
But will the cut be clean?

Running down the scale from red to blue
Dreams are lost, fire turns to frost as it dawns to you
That the same way I feel when it starts
So I know when it stops