Last call for everything
A pool of Emmalines delirious
She lingers like a chain
It's more than grave but not to serious Sending your reverie to me
Faker
Into the mouth of green morning
Faker I am so wide awake
The wind is moving blossoms through the door
It's more than I can take
But half as much as what it was before Sending your reverie to me
Faker
Into the mouth of green morning
Faker Sending your reverie to me
Faker
Into the mouth of green morning
Faker
