If I were near you would you feel me there?
Could
Oh, sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow
For I caught a
I spend a lifetime curving out my fate
Things I like,
She arrives like autumn in a rainstorm
The threat of thunder
Endlessly blue above me
Endlessly blue beneath
The buoyancy of beneath
Je fais
Once I turned the TV on
I saw the green grass
Then love comes waltzing in
And gives my head a spin
With
So I find myself and what I became
Having nowhere else
Sunday, Sunday
The one day I revere
Sunday, Sunday
Let no one interfere
Six
One says love is tragic, one says miracle
One becomes a
Straight onto the beating path
Phase down into its aftermath
Kills me