Cliche from the gunshot
Blossoms in the morning air
Push away my clouds
Like wind in the fields
Hand in hand up the staircase
When my pedestal broke
You got me a chair
Your rhythmic breathing
Tes yeux comme un roman
Tu dit gentiment à moi
Lavende, le cheveux des enfants
Je dors en tu
La Terre est embrasser les pieds
Pearls on your lips, too
Smashing clocks to sit on sand
And watch the flowers wilt
Sunflowers have skeletons
I hope I rest before you do
Never leave this sidewalk
Pas pour juste un moment
I will be your candlelight
Read your will beside me
Spanish moss to every word
I love you just as much.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Cliche from the gunshot
Blossoms in the morning air
Push away my clouds
Like wind in the fields
Hand in hand up the staircase
When my pedestal broke
You got me a chair
Your rhythmic breathing
Tes yeux comme un roman
Tu dit gentiment à moi
Lavende, le cheveux des enfants
Je dors en tu
La Terre est embrasser les pieds
Pearls on your lips, too
Smashing clocks to sit on sand
And watch the flowers wilt
Sunflowers have skeletons
I hope I rest before you do
Never leave this sidewalk
Pas pour juste un moment
I will be your candlelight
Read your will beside me
Spanish moss to every word
I love you just as much.
