things I have been thinking about
Screeching doves
It's a strange chirping of time and sores,
how a mellow man will talk,
let alone walk in a dour moan,
when he sees a pretty woman sitting there.
When that other side gets out,
the fire in you and in me shouts,
We're in love, we're in love-
that's the screeching of a flying dove ringing beautiful sounds above.
We're in love, we're in love.
how a mellow man will talk,
let alone walk in a dour moan,
when he sees a pretty woman sitting there.
When that other side gets out,
the fire in you and in me shouts,
We're in love, we're in love-
that's the screeching of a flying dove ringing beautiful sounds above.
We're in love, we're in love.
