كلمات A Constant Run

He has a taste of anger And it's oh so sweet He likes to make it linger And he pulls in every single string We get a warm welcome wrapped in frost He'll give her every little thing Sings the sweetest songs to me She is his favourite little thing You will be wandering through some beautiful moments I hear the bluebells ringing With touch of cooling winds His sore throat's screaming out of his angry mind These melodies of softest cream heal her skin He says we will be healing And it's oh so neat I shall repaint the picture And dye it into abstract art I need a cloud to jump on, somewhere to dream to pick my own sparkling sun Tunes of velvet, breaking in Into my heart on a constant run He can provide a safe place when thoughts get heavy He will be carrying them, oh all of them for you He will be poisoning her still growing mind These melodies of softest cream will heal her skin I'll try to catch the sun beams They'll be for you my girl Let shades away, be shining You are my brightest little pearl You will be his princess, in his land He'll give you every little thing Scented cherries of finest brand He'll do it all to make her cling