Dear August
Mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Slowly, why's the morning come so slowly
When I got no one to hold me through the dark?
Patient, they tell me that love is p...
On Mine
Imagine what we could, what we could be
Breathing, breathing in, breathing in, breathe
Feel this, what a great, what a great mood
Of you
Don't run, 'c...