Like a field of grass on a hill so dry That the air wont move and the birds wont fly When the ruthless sun of your tender gaze Ignites a spark that becomes a blaze My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart Like a lotus pod with no ground to stake Floating freely on a silent lake And I cant say how or exactly when But my guard was down and you moved in My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart Like a canyon call when the walls are sheer And an impulse there is an impulse here Fill a different glass with the same, sweet wine And well call that yours and well call this mine My heart, your heart, my heart, our heart youtube/watch?v=gR6mtkEC3pk&feature=youtube_gdata_player&app=desktop
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 18:09:00 +0000
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