Love

Love

There are some kinds of love that can’t be explained except in song.

This is one of those kinds of love.

He knows who he is.

Bloom

by The Paper Kites

In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, 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?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can’t get out.

Can I be close to you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh,

Ooh-oo-oo-ooh,
Can I be close to you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh,

Ooh-oo-oo-ooh

Can I take you to a moment
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?

When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you.

Can I be close to you?
ooh, ooh-ooh ooh
Can I be close to you?
ooh, ooh-ooh ooh