My love for you doesn’t give me butterflies,
There’s no blushing or bashful smiles.
Flowers don’t bloom in your eyes.
The city is still alive,
And yet
For reasons I cannot explain,
My world is yours to reign.
My love for you doesn’t give me butterflies,
There’s no blushing or bashful smiles.
Flowers don’t bloom in your eyes.
The city is still alive,
And yet
For reasons I cannot explain,
My world is yours to reign.
