I'm crying the tears out and planting with them garden. Watching scenery of growth, peace and laughter. There are some tulips, sunflowers and lavender. Does how they all grew into the pure beauty matter?
I'm picking the rose and I am taking her home. Her calm and safe place is in another lost soul. And in house made of truth, in house made of love, I will cry out for you and let the tears garden grow.
The peace dwell in us, when we dwell in love. When the wounded soul feels welcome home. When eyes see the lake and choose to name it ocean. An ocean heals the broken and carries a motion. I will dance in Moonlight's arms. I will drown and float at once. The seeds of tears will bloom as hope. Oh, my dear one, they'll guide you home.
I'm picking the rose and I am taking her home. Her calm and safe place is in another lost soul. And in house made of truth, in house made of love, I will cry out for you and let the tears garden grow.
I am taking her home. Her calm and safe place is in another lost soul. And in house made of truth, in house made of love, I will cry out for you and let the tears garden grow.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
