Lay your head upon my shoulder.
Somehow I feel obliged.
And I've never offered
This kind of art,
And love is appearance of justice, and
Harmony will come.
It will be much brighter.
Will I see you in the fall?
Love is appearance of justice, and
Harmony will come.
Love is appearance of justice, and
Harmony will come.
I will adore your eyes...
Somehow I feel obliged.
And I've never offered
This kind of art,
And love is appearance of justice, and
Harmony will come.
It will be much brighter.
Will I see you in the fall?
Love is appearance of justice, and
Harmony will come.
Love is appearance of justice, and
Harmony will come.
I will adore your eyes...