Upon a roof below the moon nearby a park-bench in the sun upon the stairway to your room Why wont you wrap your life around those certain words I just found
I wear your golden ring inside suits me very fine I wear your golden heart in mine suits me very fine
A backseat sofa in the dark upon a viewpoint in our town nearby a fountain in a park Why wont you wrap your life around those certain words I just found
I wear your golden ring inside suits me very fine I wear your golden heart in mine suits me very fine I wear your golden heart in mine and life is very fine
