I'm a sucker for poetry, romantics and generally all things of the soppy variety. |
Its not your words its the voice,
Its not your voice its the word...
I wish it was tomorrow
Today she tells me a secret of mine...
To my Dear Dorothy,
We walked the same yellow road...
To my Dear Dorothy,
We walked the same yellow road...
'Why are you so dreamy?
So still...
Lets forget the world together,
we talk to escape...
I wish it was tomorrow
Today she tells me a secret of mine...
A Meal, an evening, a couple to all who see them...
I cry when your away...