Risk Fruit

I live here but it’s not my home
There are things he doesn’t know
My love is a silent word
A morning without its bird
My love is a silent word
A morning without its bird
And you could be the one that I’d love faithfully
To me you are a god that I’d love sinfully
The chaos in the
Caves in your arms build symphonies
I take what I can give
In your arms build harmonies
I don’t how this came to be
I hide but when I seek
I come to find the same thing:
Love
Love
Love
You could be the one
Or not!
I find what I can get
And I run!
You could be the one
Or not!
I find what I can get
And I run
I live here but it’s not my home
There are things he doesn’t know
My love is a silent word
A morning without its bird
My love is a silent word
A morning without its bird