My World is You: Bloom
- Patrick Shyaka
- Jan 29, 2019
- 1 min read
In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you
Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can’t get out
Can I be close to you? Can I be close to you?
Can I take it to a morning Where the fields are painted gold And the trees are filled with memories Of the feelings never told?
When the evening pulls the sun down, And the day is almost through, Oh, the whole world it is sleeping, But my world is you
Can I be close to you ? Can I be close to you ?
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