The moments slip away and disappear..
while the moon crawls gently into my lap.
Flowers seem to shower down with the rain..
and even every mistake ends in something right..
Come closer and stay beside me
everything I see becomes beautiful.
With your eyes..sculpt me into a statue
you are a flowering vine
that blooms even from stone.
while the moon crawls gently into my lap.
Flowers seem to shower down with the rain..
and even every mistake ends in something right..
Come closer and stay beside me
everything I see becomes beautiful.
With your eyes..sculpt me into a statue
you are a flowering vine
that blooms even from stone.
