All around I see blue and brown Traces of your skin on all the things I found She keeps her warmth in a little jar Rationing tastes, and it's sweet so far
And I got something of a girl back home We sing sweet nothings through a telephone Sometimes I think it's nothing and nothing more A love that's gotten grand for some romantic metaphor
Oh I don't know It's been some years since I've been calm Is it something like a ring of smoke Here but for a moment, then gone
And I ain't much a swimmer when the waters are rough I keep myself from hurting when the times get tough And I been saying hit me and I'm bound to burst These days I got no trouble telling love from lust
Oh I don't know It's been some years since I've been calm Is it something like a ring of smoke Here but for a moment, then gone
Sweet, unspoken promises I'll always sing for June It's when the fields grown fallow that the winter comes too soon Oftentimes she crossed my mind like an old familiar tune But it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom Said it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom It's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
