Private eyes

Song of the day;;

→ The Paper Kites - Bloom

In the morning when I wake

And the sun is coming through

Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness

And you fill my head with you

Shall I write it in a letter?

Shall I try to get it down?

Oh, you fill my head with pieces

Of a song I can't get out

Can I be close to you?

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh

Can I be close to you?

Ooh, ooh

Can I take it to a morning

Where the fields are painted gold

And the trees are filled with memories

Of the feelings never told?

When the evening pulls the sun down

And the day is almost through

Oh, the whole world, it is sleeping

But my world is you

Can I be close to you (ah)?

Ooh (aah), ooh (aah)

Can I be close to you (ah)?

Ooh (aah), ooh (aah)

Can I be close to you (ah)?

Ooh (aah), ooh (aah)

Can I be close to you (ah)?

Ooh (aah), ooh (aah)

Can I be close to you?

Ooh, ooh