Covent Garden

I walk towards my step
without aiming my bow
things I draw in my dream
well it's the only dream no more
boys or girls I hard to tell
they're standing beside my road
they seem to never move at all
or not to breath any more
I'm rolling on a love again
barely getting out
I'm falling in a love again
with knowing what remains
I'm rolling on a love again
barely getting out
I'm falling in a love again
with knowing what remains
I'm rolling on a love again
barely getting out
I'm falling in a love again
with knowing what remains
I'm rolling on a love again
barely getting out
I'm falling in a love again
I know what remains