Every words so… Every word’s so fragile Inside passion that feels like chasing rain When the slowness of the day has gone Leaving shadow like feelings to depend upon
Every words so… Every word’s so fragile Inside passion that feels like chasing rain
You sleep like breathing You sleep like breath… gently
And the tease cries Weeping listless laughter Always thirsty like an attractive flower
When the danger in the touch is gone Changing delicate evenings to reflective ones
And the tease cries Weeping listless laughter Always thirsty like an attractive flower
You sleep like breathing You sleep like breath… gently