Pitch the Baby

Here, too, have to have been to care for ya Only no-one to love missed his friend
Pitch the baby should be their murmur
Slip me home as we seal us in You and that land which one dresh (?) are leaving
Hold me onto a mess a plenty
Me and that land should grow, end to a hard part
Meant a christmas thats me and a friend
I only want to love you
I only want to love you
Here, too, have to have been to care for me I only want to love you
Im heart, and in space the plane
On fill our hearts ascension (inside you)
Its heft driven since the urge
To sell the place isnt very, very, very big
Im heart, and in space the plane
On fill our hearts ascension
(I only want to love you)
Its heft driven since the urge
To sell the place isnt very, very, very big