Wait for Me Abby Bernstein

Small Towns Burn A Little Slower

Heads, deicatley dreaming of beauty.
Beauty behind, shaddows.
She sings inside the saddes homes.
Together we in our hard spring.

Lie upon asleep in green, asleep in green country.
Now I'm on my own, now I'm on my own.
Everything is, everything is, everything is gone. Oh my God.
Everything is, everything is, everything is gone. Oh my God.

In the gift of a moment we, whisper beneath chocolate skies.
Forever chanting springs.
A symphony.
Symphony of rain.

Now I'm on my own, now I'm on my own.
Everything is, everything is, everything is gone. Oh my God.
Heads, delicatley dreaming of beauty.
Beauty behind, beauty behind, beauty behind...SHADDOWS!!!

Everything is, everything is, everything is gone. Oh my God.
Everything is, everything is, everything is gone. Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.