I need you to an ice for plum , some salt for my wound
Your face is saturday , everyday like spring , I need some hope
If that dawn wind will blow your heart up i will have to catch it up
You have to land to my soul's middle
It will happen when it get bored
It will happen when it wants to
Will be good
And will be full
I will be a word to you cut me with some dessert and honey
I will be a road to you walk over me with a red shaw
If i wait here i will be neither less nor more
But will be nothing
I need you to an ice for plum , some salt for my wound
Your face is saturday , everyday like spring , I need some hope
If that dawn wind will blow your heart up i will have to catch it up
You have to land to my soul's middle
I will be a word to you cut me with some dessert and honey
I will be a road to you walk over me with a red shaw
I will be a word to you cut me with some dessert and honey
I will be a road to you walk over me with a red shaw
I will be a word to you cut me with some dessert and honey
I will be a road to you walk over me with a red shaw
I will be a word to you cut me with some dessert and honey
I will be a road to you walk over me with a red shaw
I will be a word to you cut me with some dessert and honey
I will be a road to you walk over me with a red shaw
If i wait here i will be neither less nor more
But will be nothing
If i wait here i will be neither less nor more
But will be nothing