But you see it
The branches of every tree are black
Humans are something external to you
You confuse emptiness with a lack of
The branches of every tree are black
You bloom in my heart
You confuse emptiness with a lack of
Must we make those lip-movements here?
You bloom in my heart
I also run hot and cold
Must we make those lip-movements here?
I can’t live without you.
I also run hot and cold
Humans are something external to you
I can’t live without you.
But you see it