I want to smell again the fresh cut grass of the fields of southland.
I want to taste again the salt on my lips as I walk out of the ocean on Hanalei beach.
I want to see again the ruins of past civilisations in Rome.
I want to hear again the soulful blues busker singing his heart out on Beale st.
I want to feel again the cool fresh water of a mountain stream
But if I can never do any of these things again. I want to be anywhere with you.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
I want to smell again the fresh cut grass of the fields of southland.
I want to taste again the salt on my lips as I walk out of the ocean on Hanalei beach.
I want to see again the ruins of past civilisations in Rome.
I want to hear again the soulful blues busker singing his heart out on Beale st.
I want to feel again the cool fresh water of a mountain stream
But if I can never do any of these things again. I want to be anywhere with you.