Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.
Make believe desire,
Originate Anew.
Reality would be
Rude to awaken you.
Nine days is not too soon
After all the patience,
For faith to finally bloom,
Self-created credence.
Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.
Nine days is not too far off,
For hope to hold onto you.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.
Make believe desire,
Originate Anew.
Reality would be
Rude to awaken you.
Nine days is not too soon
After all the patience,
For faith to finally bloom,
Self-created credence.
Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.
Nine days is not too far off,
For hope to hold onto you.
