spoke to me each string carried me with mandolin intentions through meadows last glimpses we held hands in
dandelions dreams
we're were holding hands in an dandelions dream her every breath captured me the way her lips move as to kiss me her reflection soothes me she is chocking me here am i
what wheels have grown from stone she asks me while chipping away here use my back she take the ax
an other whack
find me here she found me here day dreaming my palms on her breast she makes me repeat after her
i love you more I love you more i love you more
she tough i raised our voice when we made an i capital now my face is partially capitalized by black an blue my
how time erupts me into to passion think on every sound she thinks from her violin ?