Jan 2016
You get down on your knees,
Pull the hair beneath your ears.
Feels the beat of the sea,
As you sip your tea.
Sky's purple as your lips,
As the sun slowly drips
With my heart you never keep.
Pull the hair beneath your ears.
Feels the beat of the sea,
As you sip your tea.
Sky's purple as your lips,
As the sun slowly drips
With my heart you never keep.
