lavandes en france

I have forgotten how you smelled like lavenders in France
I have forgotten how looked when walking out the bath
It's a blur about the conversations that we ever had
Hope that I forget about those poems I wrote about our little romance

I'm with a ring, it's my last chance
Like a zoetrope, memories flash back
I see her smile as she holds my hand
In our own heaven, as we dance
As we dance

Pack a bag of all the souvenirs as we enter your dreamland
Kaleidoscopic nights, we're walking by the meadows of our past
Strangers in the wild, you lean onto my shoulders as you ask
"Would you feel my lips as I kiss you in between this trance?"

I'm withering down, it's my last chance
Like a zoetrope, memories flash back
I saw her smile as she held my hand
In our own heaven, where last we danced



Credits
Writer(s): Anmol Sandhu
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