Return

I wont know real music
Until
My roses leafs are falling
And I won't feel sweet love
Until
My born day is near
I hope you'll get near
Your name is echoing me
I will make up mind
And take care it
Nothing is real
nothing is real
nothing
until you return to me

I can hold my breath if I want
My lungs are like clouds exigently
Let me see your car on the road
so l can join you with my eyes
Don't worry I won't cry
Even though I might
I m in love with accidentally

Considering to mind
Baby I won't lie
I need to wake up
To fix the colors in my brain
Maybe my choice was to lame
I need a stretch up
The story of my life
I really meant to make it nice
I wanna make up
Considering to mind
Baby I won’t lye
I need to wake

I wont know real music
Until
My roses leafs are falling
And I won't feel sweet love
Until
My born day is near
I hope you'll get near