Bloom – by The Paper Kites

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In the morning when I wake

And the sun is coming through,

Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,

And you fill my head with you

 

Shall I write it in a letter?

Shall I try to get it down?

Oh, you fill my head with pieces

Of a song I can’t get out

Can I be close to you?

 

Can I take it to a morning

Where the fields are painted gold

And the trees are filled with memories

Of the feelings never told?

 

When the evening pulls the sun down,

And the day is almost through,

Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,

But my world is you

Can I be close to you?