November 20th, Barclaycard Center, Madrid Live Report

Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true

But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile

I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile

I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.