Behind our disagreeing words There’s the key to your locked heart I’ll untrip your flag if it means being able to save your smile
The summer breeze is inviting, we have a Skal during the day, and our wavelengths are synchronized I’m at a loss for romantic or clever words But I’ll aim for the blue sky, so—
We can become one Our dreams and tears of confusion are things that get pulled close by the truth They’re the magic keywords that are too dear to us