Maybe when March comes
We’ll sing a new song
A melody were golden suns and silver trees
Can help to bring us to our knees
And maybe if March comes
The rain will fall harder
Showering our harmonies
With beautiful sweet nothings
And then I’ll stare into you
Your eyes sparking the most
Brilliant blue!
And maybe… we’ll hear music
That’s never been sang…
But what’s unfortunate for us… is that…
March is…
A long way…
Away…
