i dont go to sleep to dream |
And set sail with me, on a dusk grey morning,
Where paper birds move like engines...
I've thought so many times
of my mother's ill-informed prognosis...
I've thought so many times
of my mother's ill-informed prognosis...
How do you know when you're in love
is it the crazy things you do...
And set sail with me, on a dusk grey morning,
Where paper birds move like engines...
Rose scented candles and blood sunken ships,
Bittersweet lemons and caramel dips...