i'm bleeding in ways of the tire burned
i'm crying in ways of the nightbird
no more is there one to lay by my s de
i'm straying in nightmares all the time
a little something i know
a little somewhere i go rem nds me of you
to blossom blue is to blossom without you
i'm breaking but i cannot bear to
i'm staring but i cannot see you
for no more are you to lay by my side
i'm weeping no more then this second time
a little something i know
a little somewhere i go
where the sweet waters flow reminds me of you
a little something i know
a little somewhere i go
where the sweet waters flow
where the mistletoes grow reminds me of you
to blossom blue is to blossom without you |