India Blue - Love Song To Myself Lyrics

The flowers bloomed whilst I was gone
No candles lit
A thought that we would journey on
And see those flowers with the same eyes
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There's little gunmen in my ear
Telling me things I need not hear
A man that's clothed in love, may still take of his shirt, at your real words
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
Silently sycamore
Walks through the open door
Letting sweet sounding, words left unspoken appear
Oh little rabbit
I almost had ya
Until the light came
And blinded character
But I'm not looking for shouting and screaming
I'm just searching for your raw feelings
I'm not liking philosophical reasoning
I'm just looking for some substance to leave on
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself

The flowers bloomed whilst I was gone
No candles lit
A thought that we would journey on
And see those flowers with the same eyes
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There's little gunmen in my ear
Telling me things I need not hear
A man that's clothed in love, may still take of his shirt, at your real words
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
Silently sycamore
Walks through the open door
Letting sweet sounding, words left unspoken appear
Oh little rabbit
I almost had ya
Until the light came
And blinded character
But I'm not looking for shouting and screaming
I'm just searching for your raw feelings
I'm not liking philosophical reasoning
I'm just looking for some substance to leave on
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself