March in Beauty
It's a rise and a sudden shift felt Brighter lights being good to yourself And our eyes march in beauty
Wooden floors hold the secrets
They're cozy when they're creaking
They'll take another season before they give
We are searching for something else And it's deeper than ourselves
It's a promise I'll be there
Today and tomorrow
These words will not follow
These words will not fail to be whispered
We are searching for something else And it's deeper than ourselves
It's a promise I'll be there
Writer/s: March and Beauty
