All the air is felt with
flowers
I just want to cry.
I believe my heart is
breaking,
but I don't know why.
As we sleep our dreams
grow brighter
ready in all ways.
And our love with every
fiber
helds our waking days
flowers
I just want to cry.
I believe my heart is
breaking,
but I don't know why.
As we sleep our dreams
grow brighter
ready in all ways.
And our love with every
fiber
helds our waking days