wildflowers are nature brought to the lovely lap of a lady
glory has a radical face with artificial fruit
and a burn sung reading it's way to the sky
lilting breezes from a mild summer to bare on the streets
as soon as the storm is over hold onto my hand
it will meet us like a dream
The ocean is singing of the fire that shines in your eyes
glory has a radical face with artificial fruit
and a burn sung reading it's way to the sky
lilting breezes from a mild summer to bare on the streets
as soon as the storm is over hold onto my hand
it will meet us like a dream
The ocean is singing of the fire that shines in your eyes
