[Verse 1]
It wasn't always like this
It wasn't always so
We did it in the darkness
We did it in the cold
[Pre-Chorus]
Caught in a fairly extraordinary world
It's emotional
Where talking it rarely that necessary
And time doesn't count at all
[Chorus]
Bohemian boys and Brazilian girls
A familiar noise in unfamiliar worlds
It's like a million beats in a Parisian heart
(We're made of glass)
From the boy in the West to the girl in the East
They've been working a sweat in the name of the beast
Where oblivion stops and oblivion starts
(We're made of glass)
[Hook]
Love makes the world go round
I hold it in my hands but it slips away (and I watch it fade)
Love is a mystery, I hear it talk to me
But the words are strange (like it knows my name)
Love makes the world go round
I hold it in my hands but it slips away (and I watch it fade)
Love is a mystery, I hear it talk to me
But the words are strange (like it knows my name)
[Verse 2]
It wasn't always easy
It wasn't always fun
We intertwine naively
But in the end we're one
[Pre-Chorus]
Caught in a fairly extraordinary world
It's emotional
Where talking it rarely that necessary
And time doesn't count at all
[Hook]
Love makes the world go round
I hold it in my hands but it slips away (and I watch it fade)
Love is a mystery, I hear it talk to me
But the words are strange (like it knows my name)
Love makes the world go round
I hold it in my hands but it slips away (and I watch it fade)
Love is a mystery, I hear it talk to me
But the words are strange (like it knows my name)
[Chorus]
Bohemian boys and Brazilian girls
A familiar noise in unfamiliar worlds
It's like a million beats in a Parisian heart
(We're made of glass)
From the boy in the West to the girl in the East
They've been working a sweat in the name of the beast
Where oblivion stops and oblivion starts
(We're made of glass)
Bohemian boys and Brazilian girls
A familiar noise in unfamiliar worlds
It's like a million beats in a Parisian heart
(We're made of glass)
From the boy in the West to the girl in the East
They've been working a sweat in the name of the beast
Where oblivion stops and oblivion starts
(We're made of glass)
(We're made of glass)
