Finest Hour Lyrics - Peter Koppes

Finest Hour
The scent of night on your fingertip
Touch of velvet on your rose petal lip
Scream of lives my senses afra
The music spoke what our words could not sa
Don't break, in the finest hou
Don't break, in the finest hou
A Darklit drive on the plains of awr
Smooth and fruit from a sane god's ey
Secret longing passion, passing as we bath
In the rule of silent wanderlust haz
Don't break, in the finest hou
Don't break, in the finest hou
Den of midnight, blood on the wir
We watch as sadness, fuels the moral pyr
The sea of gloom, wades out of the roo
Dining on hope, we both licked the spoo
Don't break, in the finest hou
Don't break, in the finest hour