1 de junio de 2015

Sunday Morning Birds

I love the taste of tangerine
when I taste it on your lips
my tongue licks them clean.

I couldn´t tell which part of you
I am more scared to lose
your flesh, your love.

If you've planned to let me go I wanna know why
If I have to go I wanna know why.
Sunday morning skies took a shining to you,
Sunday morning birds singing hallelujah.

Driving back home I sing along
to the words in every song
about love that's gone.

Under the Sun of tangerine
last night is but a dream
of blue and gold.

Pájaro Sunrise