Just a flood of magic came
Lilacs bloom
As street lamps illuminated
Thoughts of you
Things going to happen
Pink clouds
Fog goes
I breath in the sweet vapors
Swings are moving in rhythm
Hardly average.
Lilacs bloom
As street lamps illuminated
Thoughts of you
Things going to happen
Pink clouds
Fog goes
I breath in the sweet vapors
Swings are moving in rhythm
Hardly average.