“It takes only one drink to get me drunk.
The trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or the fourteenth.”

it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.

I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone