in the morning when i wake and the sun is coming through
you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you
shall i write it in a letter, shall i try to get it down
you fill my head with pieces of a song i can't get out
can i be close to you
can i be close to you
can i take this moment, where the fields are painted gold
and the trees are filled with memories
of the feelings that are told
when the evening pulls the sun down, and the day is almost through
oh the whole world is sleeping, but my world is you...
-the paper kites (thank you, kellie!)
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