A Promise Of Joy
I wish to play with your hair,
Tease you for hours,
And bring you flowers
From the old lady down the street,
An imaginary being.
I won’t make empty promises,
like bringing a piece of the moon.
For you, my happy soul,
I promise to make you cry
only tears...
Tease you for hours,
And bring you flowers
From the old lady down the street,
An imaginary being.
I won’t make empty promises,
like bringing a piece of the moon.
For you, my happy soul,
I promise to make you cry
only tears...