Hard Not To Talk About Love

Alan Walker


I already wrote you a thousand letters
The rain has not yet passed
Time does not erase marks
Hard not to talk about love
I think so much about you
I think so much about you
I think so much about you

Flowers are born on street corners
The wind still blows cold
Phrases that don't fascinate you
Things you haven't even seen
I think so much about you
I think so much about you
I think so much about you

I threw myself on the floor
In the living room
Everything in my hands
Nothing in your eyes
I threw myself on the floor
In the living room
Everything in my hands

Nothing in your eyes
I already wrote you a thousand letters
The rain has not yet passed
Time does not erase marks
Hard not to talk about love
I think so much about you
I think so much about you
I think so much about you

I threw myself on the floor
In the living room
Everything in my hands
Nothing in your eyes

I threw myself on the floor
In the living room
Everything in my hands
Nothing in your eyes

I threw myself on the floor
In the living room
Everything in my hands
Nothing in your eyes

I threw myself on the floor
In the living room
Everything in my hands
Nothing in your eyes

I think so much about you
I think so much about you
I think so much about you
I already wrote you a thousand letters

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