A sugar crush, a stroke of luck
I'll be in Tennessee when you vowed to give love up
And you'll find in all due languid time
That roses are red and so is wine
And I'll hold your hand as you hold mine
A dawn, a spring, a summers eve
Blossom so blue even in between
The skies of dusk and other's lawns & grasses far too green
What life, what joy, a simple task
All my heart needs is to make yours laugh
And I hate these words- cliche and undisturbed
There's no romantic pain you see in thrills and breeze
It's not like we don't believe in hope
It's that it always demands such note
yes, yes my dear we hear your fear
The gods have no interested in
The doubts and dreams of souls who sin
who glean nothing from what they've sought
You're free you see if you'd like to be but if you're brave there is a battle to be fought
What fields and rivers we cross to discover
The lands of promise and the eager gaze of another
I'm sorry I'll need one more cigarette
To inspire me to recove and not to forget
Hearts are potentially true and romance has not been slain yet

-takashi