Your cheekbones lay out a landscape in front of me;
mountains and hills i want to cross
Darling, let me caress you
for all I've been doing is gathering moss
I'll kiss the highest hill, salute the bravest mountain
and follow the trail, to touch the blue sky
Knapsack on my back, following the track,
way up high
And when i descend
my eyes meet the sea and the moving waves
and as i gaze in wonder
i still love you my darling, and the world does too
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Your cheekbones lay out a landscape in front of me;
mountains and hills i want to cross
Darling, let me caress you
for all I've been doing is gathering moss
I'll kiss the highest hill, salute the bravest mountain
and follow the trail, to touch the blue sky
Knapsack on my back, following the track,
way up high
And when i descend
my eyes meet the sea and the moving waves
and as i gaze in wonder
i still love you my darling, and the world does too
