William Martyr 17 - Summer lyrics
Every time I pass that point of beginning,
I can't help but think of your loving eyes
With two hands--
A gesture so beautiful,
With two hands.
Lay my body down,
Every time I look inside,
Lord, the seat at which we slouched,
Drinking and praying,
My head laying;
Breathe life into me.
Oh, dirty mouth,
You've shown you face for one last time.
You've always meant something special,
Growing older in time.
Breathe your life into me.