Elizabeth, I
NoSnow/NoAlps
My head hits the pillow
And I start dreaming of you
I don’t believe in storytelling
But this sure sounds true
Take me to a place
Where I can enjoy
The freedom of the best
The freedom of the best
Your lips oh taste like Red Bordeaux
Your eyes remind me of a better time
I wish that I could live here with myself and you
My head hits the pillow
And my dreams are coming true
Unread and foretelling
But this, I’m used to
Take me to a place
Where I can enjoy
The freedom of the best
The freedom of the best
Your lips oh taste like Red Bordeaux
Your eyes reminds me of a better time
I wish that I could live here with myself and you
Elizabeth, I miss you a little bit
Oh elizabeth I miss you so
Elizabeth I miss you a little bit
Oh Elizabeth I miss you so
I can’t keep my head from thinking of you
Every time I feel a cold breeze
You pop right through
I can’t wait to be back home with you
Is it just a dream? If so, don’t ever wake up