sonia
 
Beep, beep, beep
I smell flowers
I smell them every time we talk
There must be something about you
Whatever it might be
The way you talk, the way you think
That makes me think of fields
Of flowers
In all the colors of the world
Waiting for a hand to pick them
All the flowers this hand can carry
In all the colors of the world
And take them home
To fill a vase with water
And all the colors of the world
I smell them every time we talk