The past Is broken like an hourglass And the scattered sand Of circumstance Was blinding Me to you
The rain Is whispering to my window pane And drawing Crazy patterns On the blind
Your face Is invading the portals of my eyes And drawing Crazy patterns On my mind
Who created mist Created your smile And who created rainbows Created you
My mind Is all entwined In fragrant fields of flowers And the scent Puts me outside my mind
The past The rain Your face, mist and rainbows Flowers And the rain Are youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
