To the nights I spent thinking,
Thinking of your soft smile
I wish I shared much more glances
To those pretty eyes of lime
Little hands of mine
Wants to be in your hive
Nothing ever makes sense
Nor me and neither my absence
Pretty little feelings
A voice with no happiness
And the bird over my head
Can be yours to embrace
How crazy I am to think,
Hardness comes in a blink
How do I write you in my book
The softest pages and the glim
I knew
I knew it all
From being yours to the invisible rose
From being the one to be solely alone
