- cifra
Come and share this painting with me
Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed
This deep sigh coiled around my chest
Intoxicated by a major chord
I wonder
Do I love you, or the thought of you?
Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely
Southern blue, mornign dew
Let-down-your-guards, I-love-you's
Ice-cream castles, lips to ear rhymes
A slumber deeper than time
Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely
