There is one photograph
Of you standing there
My eyes own adventure
Traveling from your face
To your body back
To your face knowing
That like with each
Row of the oar
I get a little
Bit closer to you
There is one photograph
Of you standing there
My eyes own adventure
Traveling from your face
To your body back
To your face knowing
That like with each
Row of the oar
I get a little
Bit closer to you