Presque Vu
It's the breeze of ocean
Mixed with silken hair
That passes on by each passerby
Till it's buyer beware
It's a glass of southern tea
Congeniality
A mid-summer sunset
On a dock to a dream
I've got love!
On the tip of my tongue!
And it's tasted like a million days with you
Who knew?
It's a toy behind the glass
Opened on Christmas
On a trip to the fair
With a bear on a chair
Oh lord can you see
It's a castle on a beach
To a night time constellation
And the stars out of reach
I've got love!
On the tip of my tongue!
And it's tasted like a million days with you
Writer/s: Carousailor
