All the air is felt with flowers
I just want to cry
I believe my heart is breaking,
but I don't know why
As we sleep our dreams grow brighter
ready in all ways
And our love with every fiber
helds our waking days
New Ice AgeAll the air is felt with flowers I just want to cry I believe my heart is breaking, but I don't know why As we sleep our dreams grow brighter ready in all ways And our love with every fiber helds our waking days |