Créer jeu
That your family watches every single Christmas, and I want to talk about that, and for the first time what's past is past
It's a new soundtrack, I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore
I made you my world, have you heard? I can reclaim the land
And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor, every lover known in comparison is a failure
With your face and the beautiful eyes, and the conversation with the little white lies
I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
Oh, holding my breath, won't see you again. Something keeps me holding on to nothing
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you, I need to say, hey
Clover blooms in the fields, spring breaks loose, the time is near
