I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully
You know how that day the wind brought out/ The crazy thoughts I had in me all the while.
You called me close in the moments of grace/ Veiling my delicate senses
Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
I’m going through a heartbreak
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
You called me close in the moments of grace/ Veiling my delicate senses
You know how that day the wind brought out/ The crazy thoughts I had in me all the while.
I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully
Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
I’m going through a heartbreak
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.