"Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it."
.nova.

the words are fragile
tiny birds in flight
put the match to the wick and get with the facination
(please)
and keep yr jaw light
or this could take all night
believe it
cuz it's my pedigree

so can you love
whats wrong with that?
cmon angel show me where you are
its not fair
it beautiful
cmon angel show me who you are

so young and so bright
and nervously airtight
are the talents of yr tongue restricted to yr conversations?
(deep)
so keep yr jaw light
or this could take all night
as you bore me half to death with yr prose and yr explainations

the reason that yre using can be so damn confusing
did you find me just to lose me
can you save me angel
can you love (x2)

so can you love
whats wrong with that?
cmon angel show me where you are
its not fair
its beautiful
cmon angel show me who you are
its beautiful
cmon angel show me who you are
yr beautiful
cmon angel show me who you are