Alma
Benjamin Walker
I'm growing cold my love
Can you feel it?
I'm growing cold my love
Do you feel it?
And even though I'm a melody short to describe you, I
I'd say you're kind of funny to me
You blue thing
Your touch turns me to pieces
You blue thing
Your touch turns me to pieces
You blue thing
Your touch turns me to pieces
You blue thing
Your touch turns me to pieces
You don't fight fair, my love
(Pianos for peace)
I can't read your mind, my dear
(Play a piano for peace for you instead)
But put it all on me
Yea put it all on me, my joy
Nobody knows us like music
Nobody knows us like music
But I know you
I know you
I know you
Got to know you
And I wouldn't change a thing