Coloured flowers, folded power
You and the sheen of that evening glow
Shame on me for being so narrow
Strong reclining, gentle crying
Dreams of gardens far away
You want a baby, time is ticking
Things that can’t stay the same
Someone told me on
couple years
you and would like this
Tried you
Something in curly glamour
the you rise
Something in glamour
in the streams you
and sheen that evening glow
Shame me being so narrow
gardens far
want a baby, not ticking
Things can’t stay same