I told you I'm sorry that I'm still afraid of childhood permissions and old memories I told you I'm sorry
And I'm still a child of wonder and fiction, oh sweet reverie
Thank you.
I'd like to be a song that hums for showroom
I knowed you to belong to find yet home
I follow through despair, afraid of treatment
I was unaware all for the minute
Thank you.
Told you I'm sorry that I'm still afraid Of dry hood permissions and old memories I told you I'm sorry that I'm still a child
Of wonder and fiction or sweet reverie
These little dreams of mine when they're so quiet
Sometimes they lie
At times they intertwine I know that it's fine
For you to understand All of my skin
Please, will you take my hand?
We went back tonight
back to where we began apologies in order but after that i'll be friends i'll put up with you every morning now the day go by regretting i've been holding my emotions it's getting wavy like the ocean i think i'm losing my focus
Told you I'm sorry, I'm not what you think
You always come back, baby, I gon' let it sink Deep in my night fantasy The street of the reverie Yeah
But they never compare to your memories I told you I'm sorry, that I'm still afraid Of childhood promotions and old memories I told you I'm sorry, that I'm still a child Of wonder and fiction, our sweet reverie I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry My sweet reverie
