In the middle of a tree
From the middle of a dream unsaid
She relented some sailor
In the middle of a dream I left
With harmony, with honey
With harmony, with honey
And oh, oh, as you should last
You are with whom the angels laugh
'Cause I'd like to think she prefers to paint on glass, alone
In the heat and the peak, what colors clash?
With harmony, with honey
With harmony, with honey
It's sweet, oh
In the weedle of a gleam
From the needle of a gleam, i swear
She was beetle and the thread
As a potion of swoons amend
I'd like to think she prefers to paint on glass, alone
I'd like to say it's when she took love came to pass
With harmony, with honey
With harmony, with honey
And oh, oh, as you should last
You are with whom the angels laugh
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