The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Well, I have a feeling that its said and done...
And I never thought that they would ruin all my fun
Well, I have a feeling that its said and done... (that its said and done.)
And I never thought that they would ruin all my fun (they would ruin all my fun)
She looks at me as if I have no tongue to speak...
But I know that in it's twilight she will see
She looks at me as if I have no tongue to speak...
But I know that in it's twilight she will see
All the rays will burn her eyes
All the rays will burn her eyes
All the rays will burn her eyes
All the rays
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
April 11 was written by Matthew Tybor.