She doesn't know
But i know what would come
If I said anything
So I'll keep my gaze low
And burn all the words I wished I could say.

She smelled of honey lemon and rose blossoms,
She had a soft and shy smile,
She held a scared look in her eye,
I knew as soon as I heard her laugh,
That I had been shot by an arrow,
An arrow held by a girl with who smelled of honey lemon and rose blossoms.

I've never felt so at home
Than when I'm being caressed
By your words
And their meaning