Still Have A Crush lyrics

May gifts, Mood shifts Trees bloom Buds burst soon. Dry wood burning The smell of spring. My own unknown something in the wind. The moon rolling down the roof, a bit aloof. The spell of spring. I still have a crush on him. It´s not making any sense. April lost her audience. What became of poetry, you and me in harmony. It´s not making any sense. May´s delayed when you´re away. What became of our punctual, sensual everyday. This town awakes. Clear blue morning dew. Rise sun white swan. My heart´s white guard. The moon rolling down the roof...