one day, while in the south of france,
my good friend
i was dreaming when i jumped the lights
busy scaling
you're the one that i ran to
you had no rival
you
i closed my eyesa blind and cold-hearted fool,
last night i
she's gonna be a perfect mother, perfect mother
in her
she deserves it and can't get used to so much
you don't have to be so strong
don't move mountains for
when i look around it makes me wonder
am i worthy
bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon
first one it's a shock
a second helping not good enough
third
tender feelings heal with flowers
when your woes and sorrows leave
