aint no other woman

gonna take your spot my



Without giving anything away
You'll find ships inside of bottles
When the garden's overgrown
The house is white, but the paint is coming off

touched,
David

sunday

Each day is taking us closer
While drawing the curtains to close
This far, or further, I need to know
Your increasingly long embraces
Are they saying sorry or please?
I don't know what's happening, help me