domingo, 10 de julho de 2016

Bliss - kissing...

We could fly,

you and I.
On a cloud,
kissing, kissing.
The wind plays with the leaves,
the weather turns colder.
But as long as we believe,
love doesn't get older.
We could fly,
you and I.
On a cloud,
kissing, kissing.
On a journey of the heart,
there's so much to see.
And when the sky is dark,
you'll be right here,
right here with me.
Right here with me.
Kissing

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário