The way your hair swings over your eyes. The motor in my head turns. Wanting you for such a long time. In my mind, a heart, a lesson to learn. . Do do do.
Every little baby comes into the world. Reaching for an anchor, fingers tightly curled. Grasping for a reason without knowing why. We will cling to anything till the day we die.
(Words and Music by Twila Paris). Every little baby comes into the world. Reaching for an anchor, fingers tightly curled. Grasping for a reason without knowing why.