Qiana

It only seems right to dance by the sea, where everything's bright, you woulsn't let him treat, the love he agreed, as big as a cargo fleet, learn to give him rights, make a space physically, now he's home at night, measure out your deeds don't let him greet, the limits of his needs, loving in a lilac light, beneath poplar trees, he won;t want to fly, song floods the valley, it makes you dream, everythin's within reach, when we think happy.