Apollo Sunshine
Breeze
The surface of streamsThe fingers of treesThe sweet harmoniesThe breeze and its loversIts hard to believe the windWhen it touches meIsn't just the way that I long to touch youThe delicate petalsAnd all of the metalsThe old and the hopelessThe young and inspiredThe best and the worst timesThe breeze is invitedThat's just the way that I long to touch you
From Letras Mania