| Song | Love and Loss and Love |
| Artist | Lydia Cole |
| Album | Me and Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:11.70] | There are a million reasons why this should work |
| [00:17.20] | |
| [00:17.68] | So, like a fire, this season’s gonna hurt |
| [00:22.96] | |
| [00:23.24] | As you look away these eyes begin to burn Yeah, |
| [00:28.42] | |
| [00:29.92] | for a long long night I twist and turn |
| [00:34.39] | |
| [00:47.52] | Discovering things, quite plain, unseen before |
| [00:52.67] | |
| [00:53.74] | Drinking in water not for sale in stores |
| [00:59.01] | |
| [00:59.09] | To be with or without you, I cannot afford Under this heat I twist and change my form |
| [01:10.79] | |
| [01:23.12] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [01:28.55] | |
| [01:29.34] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [01:34.54] | |
| [01:34.84] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [01:40.28] | |
| [01:41.51] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [01:46.91] | |
| [01:59.60] | So unscrew your hinges, scrape away the moss |
| [02:04.70] | |
| [02:05.70] | This is the day that love will follow loss |
| [02:10.93] | |
| [02:11.32] | And with trumpets and harps, give your chains a final toss |
| [02:16.36] | |
| [02:17.61] | We will not fold to bribes of candy floss Or to boys who don’t even care about us |
| [02:29.32] | |
| [02:41.42] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [02:47.01] | |
| [02:47.97] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [02:53.34] | |
| [02:53.46] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [02:58.79] | |
| [02:59.83] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [03:05.50] | |
| [03:05.64] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [03:10.90] | |
| [03:11.87] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [03:17.22] | |
| [03:17.34] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [03:22.60] | |
| [03:23.93] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [03:29.06] |
| [00:11.70] | There are a million reasons why this should work |
| [00:17.20] | |
| [00:17.68] | So, like a fire, this season' s gonna hurt |
| [00:22.96] | |
| [00:23.24] | As you look away these eyes begin to burn Yeah, |
| [00:28.42] | |
| [00:29.92] | for a long long night I twist and turn |
| [00:34.39] | |
| [00:47.52] | Discovering things, quite plain, unseen before |
| [00:52.67] | |
| [00:53.74] | Drinking in water not for sale in stores |
| [00:59.01] | |
| [00:59.09] | To be with or without you, I cannot afford Under this heat I twist and change my form |
| [01:10.79] | |
| [01:23.12] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [01:28.55] | |
| [01:29.34] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [01:34.54] | |
| [01:34.84] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [01:40.28] | |
| [01:41.51] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [01:46.91] | |
| [01:59.60] | So unscrew your hinges, scrape away the moss |
| [02:04.70] | |
| [02:05.70] | This is the day that love will follow loss |
| [02:10.93] | |
| [02:11.32] | And with trumpets and harps, give your chains a final toss |
| [02:16.36] | |
| [02:17.61] | We will not fold to bribes of candy floss Or to boys who don' t even care about us |
| [02:29.32] | |
| [02:41.42] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [02:47.01] | |
| [02:47.97] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [02:53.34] | |
| [02:53.46] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [02:58.79] | |
| [02:59.83] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [03:05.50] | |
| [03:05.64] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [03:10.90] | |
| [03:11.87] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [03:17.22] | |
| [03:17.34] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [03:22.60] | |
| [03:23.93] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [03:29.06] |
| [00:11.70] | There are a million reasons why this should work |
| [00:17.20] | |
| [00:17.68] | So, like a fire, this season' s gonna hurt |
| [00:22.96] | |
| [00:23.24] | As you look away these eyes begin to burn Yeah, |
| [00:28.42] | |
| [00:29.92] | for a long long night I twist and turn |
| [00:34.39] | |
| [00:47.52] | Discovering things, quite plain, unseen before |
| [00:52.67] | |
| [00:53.74] | Drinking in water not for sale in stores |
| [00:59.01] | |
| [00:59.09] | To be with or without you, I cannot afford Under this heat I twist and change my form |
| [01:10.79] | |
| [01:23.12] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [01:28.55] | |
| [01:29.34] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [01:34.54] | |
| [01:34.84] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [01:40.28] | |
| [01:41.51] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [01:46.91] | |
| [01:59.60] | So unscrew your hinges, scrape away the moss |
| [02:04.70] | |
| [02:05.70] | This is the day that love will follow loss |
| [02:10.93] | |
| [02:11.32] | And with trumpets and harps, give your chains a final toss |
| [02:16.36] | |
| [02:17.61] | We will not fold to bribes of candy floss Or to boys who don' t even care about us |
| [02:29.32] | |
| [02:41.42] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [02:47.01] | |
| [02:47.97] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [02:53.34] | |
| [02:53.46] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [02:58.79] | |
| [02:59.83] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [03:05.50] | |
| [03:05.64] | And these are the tales of love and loss and love |
| [03:10.90] | |
| [03:11.87] | We are a weary field of flowers crushed |
| [03:17.22] | |
| [03:17.34] | And we are all children without a dad or mum |
| [03:22.60] | |
| [03:23.93] | We are all looking for our descending dove |
| [03:29.06] |