ye, changing sparks of color - the sea is stained like your eyes tears, of sunset, of desire, of gold i'm coming to terms good things fall apart, past days echo
Forgotten notes are far sweeter to the remembering measure the delectable silence to meditate in flowing between the years of leisure
cha-cha-cha, scatter and sway the sounds of a sunday road slowly stealing desire danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha~ hair flows in the cleave of sweet auric air
haven't been so foolish in a minute maybe it's something that you did the beautiful and blurriness blossoms against your frosted window as I stand at your porch watching you get up from your chair reminds me of home a little bit when i return too late and get in trouble