Alex Izenberg - Bouquets Falling in the Rain

Bouquets falling in the rain
We were sadness and estranged
Your lips are made of dust
I was a tarnished anchor
Rusty and cold
I love you

I truly fall
Sacred sin from her heart
Let me turn your glance to me
My eyes set on you
My eyes set on you
My eyes set on you
Bouquets falling in the rain
We were sadness and estranged
I was gone and you came running
Silent as we walked beneath the glaze

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