Thebirds are the keepers of our secret. As they saw us where we lay. In the deepest grass of springtime. In a reckless guilty haze And they wove a sweet indifference. And it settled on our skin
Thebirds are the keepers of our secret. As they saw us where we lay. In the deepest grass of springtime. In a reckless guilty haze. . And they wove a sweet indifference. And it settled on our