Too Soon to Tell
You are my something missing
I don't ever want you to feel alone
In this time of transition
You are my something missing
I'll see you on the streets
Made of gold
Is it too soon to tell me how you truly felt?
Maybe I'm impatient after all
If you think that space will truly help
I'll be here when you call
I don't ever want you to feel the cold
In this grand old tradition
You are my only addiction
I'll see you on the streets
Made of gold
It it too soon to tell me how you truly felt?
Maybe I'm impatient after all
If you think that space will truly help
I'll be here when you call
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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amazing as always