I'm not running away. Water is running like I stay. Constant growing up. I'm not making this up. It got hard for me to believe in true love. Constant growing up.
I closed my eyes opened up my eyes. That made me close my eyes so then I opened. My eyes. Like living in a dream. . As long as I stay closed like that.
A man is not his song. A song is a promise. If a man is just his song. Then can the song be beyond us?. How we make it up. And it sends in deep elation.
I remember sitting in the sandbox. And I realized it was how life's supposed to be. when I look back and see. So beautiful to me, so beautiful. Holding hands and painting pictures.
Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey. Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey. I'd heard about you before. I wanted to know some more.