Love is a lane full of blossom,
Flying through the air,
& trampled underfoot.
Hanging on to trees,
Settling peacefully on the ground.
Breaking down to nothing,
Feeding what’s around.
Long periods of grey,
Knowing the blossom will fly again.
Love is a lane full of blossom,
Flying through the air,
& trampled underfoot.
Hanging on to trees,
Settling peacefully on the ground.
Breaking down to nothing,
Feeding what’s around.
Long periods of grey,
Knowing the blossom will fly again.