To Pieces
Pretty and silent,
you’re all your own;
I fall in a second.
Bright eyes glance up
and I freeze;
unable to retreat.
I know what I have
when I’m feeling it;
the luckiest one.
I know what I am
when I’m holding her:
luckier than you.
Pretty and silent,
you’re all your own;
I fall in a second.
Bright eyes glance up
and I freeze;
unable to retreat.
I know what I have
when I’m feeling it;
the luckiest one.
I know what I am
when I’m holding her:
luckier than you.