Besedila: Air Supply. Love Is The Arrow.

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So many miles it seems
Nothing can come between, your life and mine
Before the ink is dry
I feel just you and i, inside my mind

Love is the arrow, fly straight and true
Into this deep and fallow hart
What am I to do
What am I to do

Another world to spin
A distant tide come in, they always do
A mother holds the son
A lover waits alone, like me for you

Love is the arrow, fly straight and true
Into this deep and fallow hart
What am I to do, what am I to do

Into the highest cloud
Before a word is spoken
Beyond the slighest doubt
Before the dream is woken