Every words so…
Every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain
When the slowness of the day has gone
Leaving shadowlike feelings to depend upon
Every words so…
Every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain
You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath… gently
And the tease cries
Weeping listless laughter
Always thirsty like an attractive flower
When the danger in the touch is gone
Changing delicate evenings to reflective ones
And the tease cries
Weeping listless laughter
Always thirsty like an attractive flower
You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath… gently
