Richard Thompson - Cressida - Sözleri

Love that holds its breath for fear

Of scaring love away

I rush my lines, I care too deeply

Oh, will she keep me for idle games?



I raise my eyes to see her there

Shining in a daydream

I raise my eyes, I see too much

I know her touch, what her touch would mean



I stare into, I stare into

The dying flames

© BEESWING MUSIC;















		
			



Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com