eyes the color of green sea glass, you promise me dancing, you say you'll marry me, and we know it's a joke, but there's a part of me, that wonders if maybe winter is finally ending.
eyes the color of green sea glass, you promise me dancing, you say you'll marry me, and we know it's a joke, but there's a part of me, that wonders if maybe winter is finally ending.
soul. speak. 