that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins
When your only friends are hotel rooms Hands are distant lullabies If I could turn around I would tonight These roads never seemed so long Since your
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed In deep despair on lonely nights He knows just how you feel The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits In miracles
When I try to describe How I feel when you hold me I get butterflies I hear lullabies It's hard to explain Like the scent of a rose Or the sound
When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me I get butterflies lullabies, it's hard to explain Like the sent of a rose or the sound of the rain
one tree. Tonight on TV's Late, Late Show You can look at Clara Bow! --Who?-- Chop suey, chop suey! Good and bad, intelligent, mad, and screwy. Violins
[Verse 1] When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me I get butterflies lullabies, it's hard to explain Like the sent of a rose or the sound of
for that Apologize to my fam I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins
August 28th and the rain slid in, like a brooding lullaby The barn behind the school burned down and the cat got the bird the whole town watched a man
: [Verse 1] When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me I get butterflies lullabies, it's hard to explain Like the sent of a rose or the sound
