Invention
Anna-Lynne Williams
Your face, it leaps to the top again
At least I'm starting to write again
Missing, too familiar a feeling
Now my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth
I think I'll wear the good dream and ride out
You are my favorite shoes
You know when you have such a feeling
You feel like you've invented the whole thing
Love I, I invented love, I think
Now my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth
I think I'll wear the good dream and ride out
You are my favorite shoes
Now thinking of your
Now thinking of your
Now thinking of your
Now thinking of your