Your words have a ring of truth
It's like they pinpoint the feeling of being serene
You say it's as clear as day
That you were seeing everything so clearly
For the first time
I see a sparkle,
I see a sparkle
Your eyes
reveal no shaking at all
Although they pierce me,
they seem so friendly and kind
But sometimes,
it's like you bottle up your heart's desires
Because you're so composed,
almost cynical But your intentions are pristine
Picture me as the flower,
picture me as the flower in the field Picture you as the gardener,
won't you care for me,
please?
You feel it deep in your
veins And it's like being
sedated and awake
twice over
Picture me as the flower,
picture me as the flower in the field
Picture you as the gardener,
won't you care for me,
please?
I see a sparkle,
I see a sparkle