the gentle taste of orange. a garden of fruit and flowers. is what i embrace. is what i embrace. . in ocean blue eyes. in each one's an island. i'm stranded within your love.
the gentle taste of orange. a garden of fruit and flowers. is what i embrace. is what i embrace. . in ocean blue eyes. in each one's an island. i'm stranded within your love.
So you hugged the globe. Now it's whirling too fast. I really got no hope to hang on to the past. The train has departed, the toxins have started. To accounce that none will last.