Airiel Cinnamon
sally sleeps in her bed
a certain shade of dark red
covers her, lets her dream well
remember it in the morning and write it down
call me and tell me
hello, I'm here alone
waiting for you to call
do your kisses taste of cinnamon?
so many times I remember when
you came in and left your taste here
of a perfect girl on the other side of the world
who calls me to tell me
hello, I'm here alone
waiting for you to call
