peeking over my shoulder
the sun envies the warmth
radiating from the room
heart to heart talks
ripples of laughter
lapping at my soul
would that all cups
be as easy to drink
to the last drop
peeking over my shoulder
the sun envies the warmth
radiating from the room
heart to heart talks
ripples of laughter
lapping at my soul
would that all cups
be as easy to drink
to the last drop