Sworn

I have sworn on my life
I'll be the 411 out of sight
Promise you so eagerly I stand
For everything I couldn't comprehend

Spring is getting darker than it used to be
Streets are never wider than a sycamore tree
Sounds are full of surprises and
If by chance I can sink your voice in earth

I'll water those seeds of fantasy
Precious golden roots of morning May
Precious golden roots of morning May



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Guersman
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