Soft light
dripping through my window
The morning knows
how I feel
You're the silhouette
upon my shoulder
You're the singing
of the day
It's hard to pass you by
leaving footsteps everywhere
It's hard to even try
but my music box will dare
I may never know
how you pluck away the cold
Bittersweet spoken memories
dipped in gold
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Soft light
dripping through my window
The morning knows
how I feel
You're the silhouette
upon my shoulder
You're the singing
of the day
It's hard to pass you by
leaving footsteps everywhere
It's hard to even try
but my music box will dare
I may never know
how you pluck away the cold
Bittersweet spoken memories
dipped in gold