On The Wall
On The Wall
The tickle of the ebbs,
That flows infinitely;
Through the picture
Of you, on the wall
Of my heart;
Ignite the rhythm
Of play, for the melody;
To drench in.
The tickle of the ebbs,
That flows infinitely;
Through the picture
Of you, on the wall
Of my heart;
Ignite the rhythm
Of play, for the melody;
To drench in.