Live from the Albert Hall. It breaks me every single time... ♥
Any of you people ever loved somebody?
Sometimes it comes very quickly, very easily.
As easy as the way a beautiful English girl’s hair falls across her shoulder,
and sometimes it disappears just as quick.
You wake up one morning,
the butterflies stop fluttering,
but you want it back and you want to fight for it.
You wanna breathe that fire again
so you call for it, you call out.