By, Keren Ann (2007)
It seems like every story told about us isn't meant to be
You fly on wings of gold all the way back home to me
But what I'm thinking of
Just this time
Why don't you
Lay your head down in my arms,
Lay your head down in my arms,
You know my love
This was no dream of mine
But the way you ride those waves
Makes me want to follow you blind
And what I'm thinking of
Just this time
Why don't you lay your head down in my arms,
Lay your head down in my arms,
Lay your head down in my arms, in my arms
Lay your head down, in my arms
mardi 24 avril 2007
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