She hides her anger in soft covered pillows.
He likes his danger to wander away.
And all I can do is just point this life nowhere.
And all I can say is just wandering thoughts full of grey.
And I would bleed out from my eyes to see you.
And if you ever come again, I'll follow.
Follow you until the end, I'll follow.
Wherever you may go.
She likes to say love
And I like to make it.
But what can I do
When she looks,
With those eyes?
The more I can feel love,
The more she can take it.
I'll give it with roses
From wandering fields full of grey.
