Lyrics

I have more stories than you But they all come from before And somehow that time Isn't as interesting anymore And we were so glad For the weather alighting our skin The new shoots, blossoms and leaves Framing this so perfectly together Is it the weaknesses in me That lead to more arms There are a hundred reasons why I can't The last, I mean the first thing on my mind And we were so glad For the weather alighting our skin The new shoots, blossoms and leaves Framing this so perfectly together