Créditos
Letra
I've a present to give you
When we finally figure it out
Funny that we still haven't figured it out
How we're still turning circles
In the vale that disguises
One flesh from the other we were but reflection
Of rooms that hold echoes across and divide
Of rooms with a ragged interior
We hid under the lavender meadows
And pulled back wind fanned curtain
But windy as the moon changes
Our love was nothing and God, just to feel you
And maybe we'll figure it
And then I can give you my letter
Scatter the glass in the hallway
Call across rooms with the echo
Written by: Elizabeth Anne Harris
