Take My Breath Away Songtext
von French Kettle Station

In the heat of August lying on the grass
Searching for the words to make you fall in to my arms
The sun is setting slow there′s a shiver down your spine
Imagine all the places we could go if you were mine
Mountains full of forests deserts under tribal heat Endless fields of snow made for canvasses in dreams
But it hurts to much to ask, to take my breath away
Show me through the motions of falling on my face
Every hope abandoned for another time and place
When nothing is said and done you take my breath away