You,
Luka Bloom (the acoustic motorbike)
tuning Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb (standerd, half step lowered)
simple living room scene
photographs of you
the floor is a mess with my things
my jeans, my shoes
a voice called in the dead of the night
i heard it before, it never warns
we love to smell roses
there are no roses without thorns
and I have loved
and I do
still I love you ..
. you â¦â¦. you
and I have loved
and I do
still I love you ..
. you â¦â¦. you
outside autumn leaves
lightly kiss the ground
what once was luscious green
now is gorgeous brown
and I have loved
and I do
still I love you ..
. you â¦â¦. you
