Mark Wilson. Waltz In A Flat. Zeneszám

Morning sun comes and runs with everything in its hand. We constantly chase it to the end. We might get tired, we might get lost, but we'll both never stop. Cause we know what waits in the vault. You'd be standing by the window feeling the breeze coming in. My senses start to tingle because I know its about to begin

Because its you. Its what you do

We could go anywhere rain, shine or snow. Laughing, talking, dancing to and fro. Taking pictures now and again, remembering the places we've been. With good times, and goodbyes to friends. I remember a day when I was down and feeling disarray. Until you said those words....I broke down crying out my hurt

Because its you. Its what you do