Warm words, beautiful words, deep words…
They’re like the scent of a flower in the night
that you can’t see.
Behind them lurks an empty space…
Perhaps they are the curling smoke
from the warm hearth of love?
Warm words, beautiful words, deep words…
They’re like the scent of a flower in the night
that you can’t see.
Behind them lurks an empty space…
Perhaps they are the curling smoke
from the warm hearth of love?