Throes Tangerine Leaves
I'm always over when you are not around,
I'm never able to see what I have found,
I trip though the garden on leaves of tangerine,
I look through flowers to see what's left behind.
This is the first day, when you fall on your world,
This is the first day, when you fall on your world.
Parts of a memory are rolling through my head,
Look through remembrance to the gifts you brought and the
words you said,
Holding on tightly as I fly away from time to time,
Dig through the memory and feast upon what's left behind.
This is the first day, when you fall on your world,
This is the first day, when you fall on your world.
This is the first day, when you fall on your world,
This is the first day, when you fall on your world,
This is the first day, when you fall on your world,
This is the first day, when you fall on your world.
