Stillness on the morning lake.
Promises we failed to make.
Looking in your eyes so green.
Losing what was once between.
Touch me like you used to do before.
Footsteps on a wooden floor.
Feeling this quiet distance grow.
Promises we failed to make.
Looking in your eyes so green.
Losing what was once between.
Touch me like you used to do before.
Footsteps on a wooden floor.
Feeling this quiet distance grow.