she is an alternating colour
she is a love storage
see the black dress around her head
what to do with sentiments
lavenders on sale
and nectar and honey
we live like kings
i can hear she's coming
you're but mellow aid
i would so like to be old
and not much can be said
in the past is the dead
and the unforgotten friend
feeling the end of presents
lavenders on sale
and nectar and honey
we live like kings
i can hear she's coming