Instruments
Ensembles
Opera
Composers
Performers

Lyrics: Spilt Milk. Other. Crush.


There's a statue
of you in my room
and it burns like I do
for you

a kiss from your lips
would be forbidden bliss
oh to me
reflection in your eyes
when your down on your knees

Your clothes on my floor
something that I'd adore
oh to me
regrets and chances missed
I dwell in possibility
Spilt Milk