The winding road that leads to a secret place of solitude
Above the city lights that glow, inside my heart you’ll never know
Flickering inside my head, repeating the sweet words you said
A melody blows through the trees, the smell of you pass in the breeze

And there is no where id rather be
There are no sights id rather see
No one else id want with me
Listening to the songs of trees

One second almost time stood still staring out on top the hill
And though I had to stop a kiss, keep thinking of what I might've missed
Why must these moments slip so fast, become fond thoughts of the past
Wishing they could only last, instead of slipping from your grasp

And theres no one else I want to see
On top the hill id rather be
Alone with you, please come with me
Sing along the songs of trees

 
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