sábado, 2 de novembro de 2013

Not a minute spare us

Not a minute spare us

I heard the angels talking this morning
They said your name mouth to ear one by one
And the gaurdians were transforming words into gold
In front of my eyes

There were fire in the sky
And dew at the glasses
They were celebrating
And bless

And your name met mine
A fusion
Alchemical
The resilient soul

As the Sun never sets
I will be romancing you
Fuddle by your love messing with my senses
Without lose my sobriety, I need to be alert to find you anywhere you go