Soleil
The sun in your eyes is my favourite colour.
Like insects embedded in amber, the little flecks, they hover.
And your eyelids, they droop with sleep still
And your lashes they flutter, a little disorientedly,
Oh, how I long...
Like insects embedded in amber, the little flecks, they hover.
And your eyelids, they droop with sleep still
And your lashes they flutter, a little disorientedly,
Oh, how I long...