
I woke to the sound
of you singing far away.
And I saw the morning
sun thrive, overwhelmed
by passion and fingertip kisses.
Maybe I’ll move there,
a world all for you and me.
I woke to the sound
of you singing far away.
And I saw the morning
sun thrive, overwhelmed
by passion and fingertip kisses.
Maybe I’ll move there,
a world all for you and me.