bliss
April 27, 2009
these are the days set free,
the ones of liberty of love,
those that most dream of.
shall you stay here with me?
listlessness lives on now
but soon will too retire.
lets let all transpire,
and then forget how.
do you see what we’ve done, we’ve gone and made such fools of ourselves
these are the days set free,
the ones of liberty of love,
those that most dream of.
shall you stay here with me?
listlessness lives on now
but soon will too retire.
lets let all transpire,
and then forget how.