Horns Of Happiness
Of Whistling And Wine
what's the arguing word that you place around my head? another i've never heard as it blankets our uncovered bed. don't look back. i know you're not how i'll forget you. don't look back. you'll see someone you burned right through. i figured once a gentle breeze would come to me from the deep, a bout of which i'd never know and bring to me appending sleep. don't look back. i know you're not how i'll forget you. don't look back. you'll see someone you burned right through. a tidal wave's been ever full of whistling and wine ___ but i still miss the wonderful things that you said were wrong.
From Letras Mania