The girl that does yoga
She picks the dead ones from the ground
When we come over
And she gives
I get
Without getting anything to me
Like a morning sun
Like a morning
Like a morning sun
Good good morning sun
The girl that does yoga
He lives in a little house
On the side of a little hill
Picks the litter from the ground
Litter little brother spills
He gives
I get
Without giving anything to me
And the dogs they run
And the dogs they
And the dogs they run
In the good good morning sun
Side of a little hill
The litter little brother spills
The side of a little hill
Oh and she's always dressed in white
She's like an angel and she burns my eyes
Oh and she turns she pulls a smile
We drive her round and she drives us wild
Oh and she moves like a little girl
I become a child and she moves my world
And she gets splashed in pain and turns away and leaves me standing
She lives with an orange tree
The girl that does yoga
Got a wolf to keep her warm
When he comes over
She gives
He gets
Without giving anything to see
And the day ends
And the day it
And the day ends
And there's no need for me
The girls that does yoga
When we come over
The girls that does yoga
Sometimes there are things i myself cannot wish for nor hold on too.
because sometimes its better to leave while your soul is only slightly damaged.
heres a pic on how i wish it ended up. as cute as i could imagine. :*(
but i learned quickly how the world is usually not kind to the loving and soft at heart...
