To be with you, I have gone to the star Every second trip I have numbered A thousand windows I have waited The spirit of the dead pride in my tears Young life you have been old The tongue of my feelings you love you You call me a good name You have been romantic Take me to your backyard, John to my eyes kiss me to be erased in your love of my sin
Dawn by your eyes The flower is seen from watching the water of the water Before your eye wine, the wind goes away The warm love of you Invite my story Sleeping on your shoulder. Make me a bad thing You have a young man song. The tongue of my feeling you have loved you Take me to your backyard, John my eyes Kiss to cleanse in your love of my sin.
