Maybe in another life I'll be yours again Until then, I'm wasting time Until I'm yours again 'Cause I tried To find a fallen star
And hope it brings me back to you
I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you
Maybe in another life I'll be yours again I can learn how to fly So I'll be yours again I may have heard it Calling by your door
I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you I hope it brings me back to you (you)
Put your hand inside my pocket If it's not you, I don't want it I'll be there outside your window Dressing gown that's made of crystals (Take a bow and take off my dress Naked by a sea of orchids) A shining disaster (Park your car, I'll kiss your neck And trace it with my fingertips) Pulls me through the floor
I hope it brings me back to you (Put your hand inside my pocket) I hope it brings me back to you (If it's not you, I don't want it) I hope it brings me back to you (I'll be there outside your window) I hope it brings me back to you (Dressing gown that's made of crystals) I hope it brings me back to you (Take a bow and take off my dress) I hope it brings me back to you (naked by a sea of orchids) I hope it brings me back to you (Park your car, I'll kiss your neck And trace it with my fingertips) I hope it brings me back to you (Put your hand inside my pocket) I hope it brings me back to you (If it's not you, I don't want it) I hope it brings me back to you (I'll be there outside your window) I hope it brings me back to you (Dressing gown that's made of crystals) I hope it brings me back to you (Take a bow and take off my dress) I hope it brings me back to you (naked by a sea of orchids) I hope it brings me back to you (Park your car, I'll kiss your neck And trace it with my fingertips) Put your hand inside my pocket If it's not you, I don't want it I'll be there outside your window Dressing gown that's made of crystals
Compositor: Gianluca Buccellati / María Zardoya / Sam Evian