i'll sing to you of silver swans, of kingdoms and carillons. i'll sing of bodies intertwined underneath an innocent sky
there is a place right down the road,
where the blue birds sing and the glow bugs glow.
i go to this place to sit and think out loud,
i think while daydreaming underneath the clouds.
but among these endless thoughts of moonstruck things,
i think about you,i think about you a lot, even in my dreams.
you've got me captivated, as silly as it sounds,
i must find out this reason, some way, some how...
as i try to change the subject, of you up in my head,
i dangerously drift back to your face instead.
"let it go" i continue to tell myself...
but its no use, i feel like your to good for my health.
so here's my confession to you my dear...
i think about you whispering sweet nothings upon my ear.
it can be about wizards, princes and all the magic men,
or about how all i really wanna do, is just hold your hand.
there is a place right down the road,
where the blue birds sing and the glow bugs glow.
i go to this place to sit and think out loud,
i think about you while laying among the clouds.
Submitted By - JacquieOH
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