The moon pulls the tide
like your heart pulls on mine...
The world only existed in
monochromes to me, so maybe...
Darkly mysterious, she paint's a lyrical picture,
describing tints and shades of highlights of...
My shyness together
with the scent of jasmine...
I always thought you would be,
the one to catch me when I fall...
We carve curved lines in the sand with
dead twigs of a sycamore...
Sometimes I try...
not to want you...
I have all this love;
here, in the palm of my hand...
Thine heart, she dreams of a love so grand...
A passion of faith... in the soul of this man...
You make it hard to trust you.
You make it hard to care...
----------------All Of Me ( Trois-par-Huit)
----------------------Patterns change...
Inexplicable feelings
capture my soul...