When morning time has ended, will scribbles intertwine? Will hasty words be talking? Will scrawls have come to life?
The morning time is ending, we woke while winter bled. They formed while some were sleeping, these scribbles in my head.
I'll be your ground, I'll be your stone, I'll be your comfort when you come home.
When you've got it all, hold on close.
Harvest love and then, let it grow.
The morning time has ended. I tried to keep my calm, but all my lines were trembling and we were torn apart.
I'll be your ground, I'll be your stone, I'll be your comfort when you come home.
When you've got it all, hold on close.
Learn it all and then let it show.
Keep it in your soul
Harvest love and then let it grow.
When you've got it all
When you've got it all
When you've got it all
When you've got it all
When you've got it all hold on close
Learn it all and then let it show.
Keep it in your soul
Harvest love and then let it grow.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI