Love, love, love
It runs so deep like the roots of a tree
Connecting together
A flower attracting a bee
Love, love, love
Runs so deep
Heals you and cleans you
The way alcohol does a wounded knee
Love, love, love
You will see
When my gramma looks at me
Love, love, love
smells so good
My grammas baked goods
My grammas pillow case
My grammas hair
And her whole face
Love, love, love
It's everywhere
From the smile formed with her lips
And the softness of her strong gramma hips
To the apron that she wears
And the so tantalizingly familier scent my mother shares
Because
Love, love, love
Paves the way
It will never lead you astray
Love, love, love
It runs so deep like the roots of a tree
It is embedded in you the way it's embedded in me
Love, love, love
Has us entangled
From the inside of beating hearts
To the dirt under the earth.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Love, love, love
It runs so deep like the roots of a tree
Connecting together
A flower attracting a bee
Love, love, love
Runs so deep
Heals you and cleans you
The way alcohol does a wounded knee
Love, love, love
You will see
When my gramma looks at me
Love, love, love
smells so good
My grammas baked goods
My grammas pillow case
My grammas hair
And her whole face
Love, love, love
It's everywhere
From the smile formed with her lips
And the softness of her strong gramma hips
To the apron that she wears
And the so tantalizingly familier scent my mother shares
Because
Love, love, love
Paves the way
It will never lead you astray
Love, love, love
It runs so deep like the roots of a tree
It is embedded in you the way it's embedded in me
Love, love, love
Has us entangled
From the inside of beating hearts
To the dirt under the earth.
Love, love, love my gramma
