Paroles

Saturday's last thoughts are Sunday's first song I'm thinking of things that may never be mine And your sweet smile I stole a glimpse of the northernmost lights In a split second snapshot behind my two eyes Of your sweet smile The deepest trenches under the ocean The highest skyplanes up in the sky From the earth's core to the aether I have not found it, quite as much wonder As in your sweet smile Your sweet smile
Writer(s): Raymond Flanagan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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