âWindows flung right open, autumn air, jacket round my shoulders is yours. We bless the rains on cornelia street memorize the creaks in the floorâ
âThereâs a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear...have I known you 20 seconds? Or twenty years?â
âAll I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful making up the lost time taking flight making me feel like...I just want to you better nowâ
âYour eyes look like coming homeâ
âYour eyes look like coming homeâ