Show me where you hide your rose in the forest
Tell me how you grow your grapes
Because I am just a lonely boy in your chorus
My hands were made to hold your waist
Could I release you like a mourning dove
Could I release you like a mourning dove
God knows these things we make hard enough
Could I release you like a mourning dove
I will wait for the right conditions
I will wait for the right time
I will monitor your position
In the shadow of your limelight
In the middle of NYC
In a minute you’ll forget me
In the midst of rising stars
Mine is mine and yours is yours
Copyright (C) 2009 Jon Ericson
Genista Wilson
2 weeks ago
I really like this song. You guys have a amazing gifts