Although it seems to snow
I haven't seen it yet
Your amber eyes aglow
We're standing face to face
Watch the bridge rebuild with
Pastry books and lemon cakes
Summer bliss is drained as the sun sets sooner
White wash the canvas
File away the bumps and seal the cracks
Bring it 6 years back
I'll swear I'll tell you bout it
Leave it up to me to tell you last
I wonder if she guessed yet
Or if she even wants to know
I missed the point completely
She hasn't seemed to care at all
How do I ask the question?
Morphine dose each time she lends an ear
To my selfish questions
White wash the canvas
File away the bumps and seal the cracks
Bring it 6 years back
I'll swear I'll tell you bout it
Leave it up to me to tell you last
Handmade eyes of glass