Freitag, Januar 04, 2013

Begonia


fly



all that i have
and all that i see
is right in front of me
baby, you're a rising kite
you're giving me
the sweetest sight
wish i may i wish you might
fly into my bed tonite

and all that i know
went out the window
so long ago
baby, he's not opening
he's not as blind
as he could be
he doesn't know
he's one of three
and i chose him
like he chose me

so fly far away from me
far away from me