That’s plain.
Our love has been blurry—
A rain streaked pane.
But give a bird a morning
And he will sing—
Give me time and space...
I'll make it right again.
That’s plain.
That’s plain.
Our love has been blurry—
A rain streaked pane.
But give a bird a morning
And he will sing—
Give me time and space...
I'll make it right again.