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THE HEARTS OF AGE Lyrics by Letters To Fiesta

Our time is now, the world, the world it cries out, Waiting to be found, undiscovered forever, We cross our hands, over our hearts, Little beats turning into the footsteps that endeavor, Your sky so large with gold, a cloud so lonely, as it hits you again, You've lost you've lost your soul, We wave our arms with every atom, And you my dear are a seasonal lover


Hold on to me, with every hour hour hour, Well dance my love, like our time is to devour, You've lost you've lost your soul, The clouds so lonely, in there solitary rain, Waiting to fall and hit you again, The clouds so lonely, in their solitary rain, You have hope, in the golden scrapbook stratosphere, All this force, fragile world, You lost you lost your soul.


SWAN GIRL Lyrics by Brydon / Etherington.

Swan girl you are like the stars, Always fleeing and flying away, Chasing a moment you found yesterday, Little poet you are like the rain, Twisting and turning your back on the sky, Lying in your puddle of pain, What have we here a song for your heart? The last wine bottle on the shelf for you, The last wine bottle on the shelf for you, What have we here? A taste of What have we here? A taste of What have we here? A taste of What have we here? A taste of

your heart, your kiss, your heart, your kiss,


Tiger-eyes you are like a pot of strange, Always changing depending on your mood, On your mind and how much you think you think you think you’ll change, Sweet dawn brings the light on your back, Get a hold get a hold, You can tell yourself that you want to be mine, Taking a chance on a lost mind, You can clear the mist, from the fog stained drift that lines the aisles of our mind Get a hold, Get a hold, Get a hold.


TEARS APART Mixed by Mick Crossey Lyrics By Etherington

We are in our love, we are diving carefully It’s the least we have, our heart’s are full It’s the wind that blows, it’s all the same to you Take our tears apart, the summer’s gone Oh the bird she sings, oh how she cries for you She left her song, in a leaf that blows across your shimmering decadence You heard my cry, what do you, what do you, what do you want from me? It’s a story told, it left you shivering Like a fragile tear, bring you back to me Take my story home, in your arms I’m shattering Hold on tight my love, the sky is full


Your heart of gold, like a river in the moon, I could drown in you and be home again. Oh the bird she sings, oh how she cries for you She left her song, in a leaf that blows across your shimmering decadence You heard my cry, what do you want from me? You heard my cry, what do you want from me? You heard my cry, what do you want from me? Oh the bird she sings, oh how she cries for you Oh the bird she sings, oh how she cries for you Oh the bird she sings, oh how she cries for you Oh the bird she sings, oh how she cries for you


Tom Brydon – Guitar Anna Louisa Etherington – Voxs & Keys Andrew Fletcher – Bass & Programming www.letterstofiesta.com www.youtube.com/letterstofiesta www.facebook.com/letterstofiesta www.twitter.com/letterstofiesta All tracks recorded at Newcastle Music Box, The Motor Museum & Moolah Rouge Studios. All music composed by Letters To Fiesta All right reserved 2012 ©

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