Araby

It is worth the admission Oh, my love fogs up the glass I look on in a window And my love fogs up the glass On rainy days I wonder what's behind the veil And I feel my breath upon your mouth And I press my heart into your hand It's my gift from Araby And I press my heart into your hand It's my gift from Araby We can move and be trusted But what is it that you want? Is it not what they think? Yeah, what is it that you want? They look down on me and they smile forever And I know that love will kill that pride And I press my heart into your hand It's my gift from Araby And I press my heart into your hand It's my gift from Araby Listen to what you're saying You know nothing of my love And if it all came down to what you say You know nothing of my love And looking up into the dark I find it there And I feel my breath upon my mouth And I press my hеart into your hand It's my gift from Araby And I press my heart into your hand It's my gift from Araby And I press my hеart into your hand IIIIII...