- cifra
Walk down, babe a day at a time
No rush, when it comes to us
Next time, I'll bring you the sun
Just to warm you up
If you see in my eyes
Colors around me
You'll meet me no time
No need to invite
Cause I'll bring butterflyes to your room
Small yellow birds
Pink balloons
Wash your dishes comb your hair
Iron your shirt
Bring breakfast to bed
Lick your fingers to wake you up
Kiss you slowly
Call you my holy mountain
Just to silently climb you
