Come with me, love.

Let’s get lost in a field of ardor,
We can dance amidst the flowers,
We can sing to our heart’s furor.

The wind will take us, carry us
To places never seen before,
It’ll lift us up and guide us,
It’ll unlock bolted doors.

Come with me, love.

Let’s get lost in a field of ardor,
We can lay on the earth’s floor,
Intertwine
And listen to our breath
Become hopelessly
Short.

Come with me, love.

Let’s get lost in a field of ardor.
We can leave the world behind,
We can watch our rapture soar.


 
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