Letras de Red Hawthorn Tree

Ah, those magic moments
The brain′s urchins marching tight
When your lover loves you
While you still make her eyes shine
But be wary the small-hearted
You'll need a heart the size of an infant′s head
To keep fast hold of your faith
As we grieve for the lives we should have led

For the Holy Grail those knights pursued
Was the hearts of those they'd left
And on their lonely dark crusade
It is the past that warms their bed

So celebrate those magic moments
Commit well the details of love
For they will support you or they'll fail to
For the lucky it is enough

For the Holy Grail those knights pursued
Was the hearts of those they′d left
And on their lonely dark crusade
It is the past that warms their bed