Bittersweet are the juices from your lips
The tart flavor of “do you really see me”
Mixes with “you do know me”
As you speak the language that fertilizes my roots
I can see where my trust in you grew
Bittersweet are the juices from your lips
The tart flavor of “do you really see me”
Mixes with “you do know me”
As you speak the language that fertilizes my roots
I can see where my trust in you grew