This Love
It's a subtle thing, this love
Your hands, your lips
I'm all out of sorts, these days
My touch, your kiss
And come what may
I have you and you have me and that's enough
It's an honest thing, this love
Your look, your words
I've fallen into you
My world has turned
When times get hard, we'll remember all the memories we've made
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
You'll always be my light, my hearth, my home
Those longing eyes, so clear
So true, so real
Take my hand—let's forget about tomorrow while we can
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
It's a subtle thing, this love
Your hands, your lips
I'm all out of sorts, these days
My touch, your kiss
And come what may
I have you and you have me and that's enough
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your hands, your lips
I'm all out of sorts, these days
My touch, your kiss
And come what may
I have you and you have me and that's enough
It's an honest thing, this love
Your look, your words
I've fallen into you
My world has turned
When times get hard, we'll remember all the memories we've made
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
You'll always be my light, my hearth, my home
Those longing eyes, so clear
So true, so real
Take my hand—let's forget about tomorrow while we can
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers
Float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
It's a subtle thing, this love
Your hands, your lips
I'm all out of sorts, these days
My touch, your kiss
And come what may
I have you and you have me and that's enough
Your homemade paper whispers
Echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Jade Alger
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