More than a ripple, less than a splash. The heir to a long line of glory. Give me the morning and I'll give you a song. It's so good being part of the story.
I know we only met just the other day. But I'm hopin' that this love song. Will help me find a way, to say. . What are you doin' for the next hundred years.
This girl walked in dreams. Playing in a world of her own. This girl was a child. Existing in a playground of stone. Then one night her world was changed.
You're just like a Sunday morning. Quiet and warm and moving slow. Put your hand in my hand. Let me dream while I can. Oh, how will I love you so?. . Life is made of milk and honey.