Ed Harcourt Follow

She is the moon and flowers to harder
She is the shine over road
In the pale moon where you have loved her
She is murmur in your heart
She has the street lines in the Harvey
She is peculiar in the dark
And in your arms she’s feeling heavy
Shall be a murmur in your heart?
She is the mirror, stars are creped
The strange is dream of I ever had
She’s the bunch of my guitar
She is a murmur in my heart
She has a night to stay so young
She is a sharp sting in your types
She is the spring and sprout explore
She is the purple flew to mass
She is a misty who’s still so farthest

She is the beach all in your eyes
And when she puts, you fool, the rack age
Just pretend that you are dead
She is the measure of all things kind
The strange is dream of I ever had
She is the branch to I can talk
She is a murmur in my heart
Ohh, I’d take the light, to take the touch
Watching me while you are the truth
I don’t need a prince to tell you I deserve
That I’m loving you I let the prove
She is the mirror the stars are creped
The strange is dream of I ever had
She is the boss of my core
She is murmur in my heart.