A Constant Run

He has a taste of anger

And it's oh so sweet

He likes to make it linger

And he pulls in every single string

We get a warm welcome wrapped in frost

He'll give her every little thing

Sings the sweetest songs to me

She is his favourite little thing

You will be wandering through some beautiful moments

I hear the bluebells ringing

With touch of cooling winds

His sore throat's screaming out of his angry mind

These melodies of softest cream heal her skin

He says we will be healing

And it's oh so neat

I shall repaint the picture

And dye it into abstract art

I need a cloud to jump on, somewhere to dream

to pick my own sparkling sun

Tunes of velvet, breaking in

Into my heart on a constant run

He can provide a safe place when thoughts get heavy

He will be carrying them, oh all of them for you

He will be poisoning her still growing mind

These melodies of softest cream will heal her skin

I'll try to catch the sun beams

They'll be for you my girl

Let shades away, be shining

You are my brightest little pearl

You will be his princess, in his land

He'll give you every little thing

Scented cherries of finest brand

He'll do it all to make her cling