Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?. Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?. You laughed as I covered you over with leaves.
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?. Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?. You laughed as I covered you over with leaves.
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can. There is something wrong with me. My mind is filled with silvery stars. Honey, kisses, clouds of fog. Shoulders shrugging off.