She dreams a champagne dream, Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream, Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her.
She says that love is for fools who fall behind, And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know, A killer from a savior, 'Til I break at the bend.
Lavender and cream, Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her.
She says that love is for fools who fall behind, And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know, A killer from a savior, 'Til I break at the bend.










