A Beautiful old timey Love story turning From fact into fable I feel once again able To be beginning Savouring that feeling Covered in flowers On a cedar shake table When Saturday mornings Sunders come crashing with a million butterflies perfection Once again pulled from fact into fable It Is always my afternoons progression to be able to live with the darkness s distractions Revealing The final fact into fable But surely not ever forsaken you promised me this is what you wanted PS (I wrote this for Adrienne But I read it now and somehow I can not Understand it at all)
When i saw the first time, the thunder came crashing Your new blue eyeliner caught my distraction And like we were two lovers forming from fiction Your mouth caught my ear with such perfect diction And there i let you tie my hands back and take me O Lorraine on a Saturday morning O Lorraine with your soft, burning hands We fell asleep in the back of the warehouse I woke to you kneading and covering my mouth And like we were hummingbirds screaming at ravens You started to move me from fact into fable And there i let you take me under the table O Lorraine on a Saturday morning O Lorraine with your soft, burning hands
Its so beautiful. I just wish that it was longer.
Korah Garner tru dat
Only 1.54 long...absolutely criminal :(
The most beautiful song I wish there was more
I feel like an angel is singing to me... wonderful
A Beautiful old timey
Love story turning
From fact into fable
I feel once again able
To be beginning
Savouring that feeling
Covered in flowers
On a cedar shake table
When Saturday mornings Sunders come crashing
with a million butterflies perfection
Once again pulled from fact into fable
It Is always my afternoons progression
to be able
to live with the darkness s distractions
Revealing
The final fact into fable
But surely not ever forsaken
you promised me this is what you wanted
PS
(I wrote this for Adrienne
But I read it now and somehow I can not
Understand it at all)
Uhm do you **like** making me cry??
Beautiful!
Bellissima
When i saw the first time, the thunder came crashing
Your new blue eyeliner caught my distraction
And like we were two lovers forming from fiction
Your mouth caught my ear with such perfect diction
And there i let you tie my hands back and take me
O Lorraine on a Saturday morning
O Lorraine with your soft, burning hands
We fell asleep in the back of the warehouse
I woke to you kneading and covering my mouth
And like we were hummingbirds screaming at ravens
You started to move me from fact into fable
And there i let you take me under the table
O Lorraine on a Saturday morning
O Lorraine with your soft, burning hands
Who is that Lorraine 😍
Hermoso
:'(