We can’t fall any further
If we can’t feel ordinary love
And we cannot reach any higher
If we can’t deal with ordinary love
Birds fly high in the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
The same wind will take care of you and I
We’ll build our house in the trees
… your heart is on my sleeve
I'm still a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!
February 22, 2014 at 10:20 am
Love that song.
February 22, 2014 at 12:14 pm