Vārdi: Chuck Ragan. Los Feliz. Valentine.

She is not the type that will talk the talk despite over how and where she'll waltz when apparent duty calls. I am overly enthralled and delivered from the dark of a reckoning, awakening

And every move she makes with a cadence that she wakes takes my soul up to the sky through the shadows and some shine. I am overly inclined. I am captivated and concentrated. My sweet my valentine

I say it's made to know, just as as water's made to flow, I'll lay down with you tonight for tomorrow's another time. We will dance away, you know, somewhere high up in the snow. At the rain has grown too cold, where the heavens meet the Earth

And in the morning lights and the breathing soft inside and they(?) just go flashing by from all the dreams throughout the night. I could lay away like this, next to your for hours, and through another with my sweet my valentine

I say it's made to know, just as as water's made to flow, I'll lay down with you tonight for tomorrow's another time. We will dance away, you know, somewhere high up in the snow. At the rain has grown too cold, where the heavens meet the Earth

I say it's made to know, just as as water's made to flow, I'll lay down with you tonight for tomorrow's another time. We will dance away, you know, somewhere high up in the snow. At the rain has grown too cold, where the heavens meet the Earth