Our love is a foggy morning,
With clovers reaching high.
Our hearts are blue jays
Hunting earthworms.
It may be overcast,
But we are kept alive
By the rapture
In each other's words.
Our love is a foggy morning,
With clovers reaching high.
Our hearts are blue jays
Hunting earthworms.
It may be overcast,
But we are kept alive
By the rapture
In each other's words.