That was the year Matt and I decided to talk
In French, a language of love.
You may have me
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll love.
You are my man from afar
Your handsome and sexy
I feel weak when you say my name
I love your outfits that you wear
I dedicate this love swallow to you and fly it
From the balcony of San Jose
Past the empty chapels of the Desire Ocean.
My praying hands are cold,
Infatuation is ever feeling,
As a blue sky drifting by. Like
A chance developing buds,
Leaves turning from yellow to
A lovely spring morning arises
Oh, clouded by worldly arises.
Four times the bell tolls echoes like a snake.
If you like to pick golden flowers,
You have to look for the golden leaf.
Golden leaf, don't worry about your shine.
Like the sunshine, the low branches, pull down the high.
Of all of God's love
I love both of you foremost
And kindness utmost
The lovely afternoon as I meet YOU.
The bluebirds start to sing afternoon love song.
Flowers bloom everywhere of springtime's.
We walk through beautiful scenes of the blue afternoon,