Runaway Lovers
We run through the woods
hand in hand
you pick wildflowers
and place them in my hair
you say I look beautiful
I try to beleive you
They call us profound names
but we don't listen
They say...
hand in hand
you pick wildflowers
and place them in my hair
you say I look beautiful
I try to beleive you
They call us profound names
but we don't listen
They say...