Have I ever told you before
I think you're beautiful when you're sleeping?
I have faith you watch me in my slumber, too.
If I'm all that you're looking for, tell me.
Why is there a river streaming down your face?
Sometimes makes me wonder all about your love love love
After some time, it's something I find true.
Love's not a grave, it wont decay on you. So many days I was afraid of love.
What if nothing is just that and suffering is the only thing we're good at?
Dreaming, picture that a whole world in a slumber.
But don't get too attached to the living, even every single memory is fleeting.
That's a fact, being torn asunder.
But to my surprise, no reason why, one day I woke up and realized.
Give it to me, love.
I'll keep you in my focus with love and affection.
