I’m just searching for the reason to breath in your ear, just an idea to fall in love, to give you my soul.
But can’t find the right way to make your eyes looks like the color of the sky, for a minute or eternity. Enough time for the colds to draw your face before the rain.
While I am seeing you standing there, the peace start to fall from your hair, jumping between your lips and jubilate in your chest. She sing for us in this morning of sleeping sun.