There's singing
out my window
on
rue molière
and I swear it
is a bird
(perhaps)
the sound
of dripping
honey
or the agony
I feel when
I feel your
eyes on mine and
I can only look
away
And air through a pipe is
a bird is
a flower is
(you are)
lavender honey,
and a songbird, all the same.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
There's singing
out my window
on
rue molière
and I swear it
is a bird
(perhaps)
the sound
of dripping
honey
or the agony
I feel when
I feel your
eyes on mine and
I can only look
away
And air through a pipe is
a bird is
a flower is
(you are)
lavender honey,
and a songbird, all the same.