I'm going to write I love you,
With the tide,
The ripples on my finger,
Watch me glide.
I've grown wings, fins,
Darling can't you see?
Way up here, it's what you've done to me.
I'll etch Mount Rushmore,
With your face,
Darling darling darling,
Catch my pace.
I'll blow rings with the clouds,
Loops of love,
The silver bounds.
I turn the light bulbs,
In the stars,
Make them shine,
You'll see them from Mars.
The water the sun
The earth, the flame,
All of them wild,
A love I can't tame.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
I'm going to write I love you,
With the tide,
The ripples on my finger,
Watch me glide.
I've grown wings, fins,
Darling can't you see?
Way up here, it's what you've done to me.
I'll etch Mount Rushmore,
With your face,
Darling darling darling,
Catch my pace.
I'll blow rings with the clouds,
Loops of love,
The silver bounds.
I turn the light bulbs,
In the stars,
Make them shine,
You'll see them from Mars.
The water the sun
The earth, the flame,
All of them wild,
A love I can't tame.
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