Bells ring all over the city
butterflies bless the sky,
and you,
you wake me at six am,
only to tempt me back to a tamer place,
pink skies and soft spring breezes,
a hopeful kiss,
and the remedy of restful sleep.
Bells ring all over the city
butterflies bless the sky,
and you,
you wake me at six am,
only to tempt me back to a tamer place,
pink skies and soft spring breezes,
a hopeful kiss,
and the remedy of restful sleep.