The ocean sparkles in the sun Wet and glistening In the cold spring
I feel like giving you things I feel like I feel like giving you things I feel like giving
I wanna list something pretty like I wanna describe something pretty like Cantaloupes and orchids A pair of glossy lips Brownish-purple figs Something black that feels like color Clusters of flowers A blue vain bulging from your arm (blue waste stretching) Drops and water swirls Your eyes these two limpid worlds
I feel like giving you things In the cold spring I feel like giving you things In the cold spring
Outside the window A storm has downed the birch The tenderloin of the garden (a fat green knot) Your eyebrows, your chin Face the glassy skin Of the cherry blossom Blushing flickering white The soft lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
