Verse-1:
Northern lights, tell me a story of northern lights,
Tell me a story of a princess and a prince.
Or no, may be a sword made of laser beams,
Tell me a story of a farm boy with the dreams.
Oh wait, may be a witch with a magic peach,
Tell me a story of the sun set on the beach.
Pre-Chorus:
I promise, I’ll pay you back with a story of mine.
It’s more precious than the nickel or dime.
Chorus:
We are nothing but the stories that we make.
When I tell, I give a piece of my soul for you to take.
Verse-2:
Northern lights, tell me a story of northern lights,
Tell me a story where the villain dies.
Or no, may be a girl with the wings, who flies,
Tell me a story of a land where ocean dries.
Oh wait, may be the queen who cries every night,
Tell me a story of the rebels, who rise.
Pre-Chorus:
I promise, I’ll pay you back with a story of mine.
It’s more precious than the nickel or dime.
Chorus:
We are nothing but the stories that we make.
When I tell, I give a piece of my soul for you to take.
We fearlessly enter magical territories.
We forever live in each other through our stories.
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