Eros prays we build our house upon him.
Sees how well it stands, how long we last
Built upon the sand, on the idol Eros.
So when he's gone can I do what Eros does?
What he does for us, he does for us.
And when he's gone can it be the way it was?
Bring him back to us. Is he all we've got
Our house built upon? On the idol Eros?
When our haven wavers in the wind
And walls all beg to be abandoned,
Blame the idol Eros.
When the raven calls and all his melodies
All long to be forgotten,
Blame the idol Eros.
What's left to say but I loved the way it was?
..Cause I said I would, I've done all I could.
See what he's done to us?
Oh the idol Eros.
When our haven wavers in the wind
And walls all beg to be abandoned,
When the raven calls and all his melodies
All long to be forgotten,
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2009 m. vasario 21 d. 23:30:02
Sees how well it stands, how long we last
Built upon the sand, on the idol Eros.
So when he's gone can I do what Eros does?
What he does for us, he does for us.
And when he's gone can it be the way it was?
Bring him back to us. Is he all we've got
Our house built upon? On the idol Eros?
When our haven wavers in the wind
And walls all beg to be abandoned,
Blame the idol Eros.
When the raven calls and all his melodies
All long to be forgotten,
Blame the idol Eros.
What's left to say but I loved the way it was?
..Cause I said I would, I've done all I could.
See what he's done to us?
Oh the idol Eros.
When our haven wavers in the wind
And walls all beg to be abandoned,
When the raven calls and all his melodies
All long to be forgotten,
Blame the idol Eros.