Laughter scares me half to death from a stranger
Blank faced stares, catching my breath I remember
Where we'd build a house one day
I know it's far, far away from the station
But your laugh, god it fills my ears
Like rains that wash away the year's destruction
Book a flight home, catching a seat by the window
All alone, writing a poem I can't picture
I think of you and bite my tongue
The minute all the words come flowing through my fingers
Your laugh could make the flowers grow
December taste the first of snow this year
Here and there, I don't belong anywhere now
Time won't care, keep moving forward but how
Hold my hand and keep me close
Keep your fingers wrapped in roses I picked for you
A tower of glass filled with rows of
Flowers that we planted grow is what I'll build you
The Viennese School - Greenhouse Lyrics
The Viennese School - Greenhouse Lyrics
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Laughter scares me half to death from a stranger
Blank faced stares, catching my breath I remember
Where we'd build a house one day
I know it's far, far away from the station
But your laugh, god it fills my ears
Like rains that wash away the year's destruction
Book a flight home, catching a seat by the window
All alone, writing a poem I can't picture
I think of you and bite my tongue
The minute all the words come flowing through my fingers
Your laugh could make the flowers grow
December taste the first of snow this year
Here and there, I don't belong anywhere now
Time won't care, keep moving forward but how
Hold my hand and keep me close
Keep your fingers wrapped in roses I picked for you
A tower of glass filled with rows of
Flowers that we planted grow is what I'll build you
Blank faced stares, catching my breath I remember
Where we'd build a house one day
I know it's far, far away from the station
But your laugh, god it fills my ears
Like rains that wash away the year's destruction
Book a flight home, catching a seat by the window
All alone, writing a poem I can't picture
I think of you and bite my tongue
The minute all the words come flowing through my fingers
Your laugh could make the flowers grow
December taste the first of snow this year
Here and there, I don't belong anywhere now
Time won't care, keep moving forward but how
Hold my hand and keep me close
Keep your fingers wrapped in roses I picked for you
A tower of glass filled with rows of
Flowers that we planted grow is what I'll build you
Writer: Isaiah Evans
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