Michael Franks. - Vivaldis song. Lady, when you love me I feel home-sweet-home inside of your sublime this gardens sure to grow you know and our love is just like summertime parrots eye the fruit and we make love between the harpsichords and lutes our green limbs intertwine, you know our love is just like summertime. Our souls collide we slip and slide we feel no pain and with our lives locked together we weather the wind and rain we grow the farm were safe from harm inside this circle of summertime both of us know is our love. Lovers from the past with poison smiles all pray our love will never last but we are trees not vines, you know our love is just like summertime as the song begins these shipwrecks fade behind a wave of violins; Vivaldi made us rhyme, you know our love is just like summertime. youtu.be/Xb84XF1XC_Y
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 16:38:23 +0000
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