When it comes to sinking underneath the tide of crystal
when it comes to sinking underneath the crushing wave
the blue the ever growing blue becomes a garment of the things
that are longed for
Just for that single redeeming moment
When sun tickles the skin and greenery smiles
What? This feeling of suspension. This smile on my face.
What is this love?
when it comes to sinking underneath the crushing wave
the blue the ever growing blue becomes a garment of the things
that are longed for
Just for that single redeeming moment
When sun tickles the skin and greenery smiles
What? This feeling of suspension. This smile on my face.
What is this love?