Lyricist: Brad Arnold & Matt Roberts & Todd Harrell & Chris Henderson
🛡️Miguel o Arcanjo🛡️
My Sunday
"Like the wine that warms our veins,
We are wolves enjoying several Full Moons,
Your lips, ripe grapes of desire,
In your kisses, I find the corpse without the opportunity.
Your skin, silk that slips in my hands,
Secrets that fill every span,
We are poetry written in the early mornings,
In our caresses, we discovered the roads."💞💞
"Wows! Yes... Perhaps... and why not?...
If our dream was so loud and strong.
How well he thought he would see her all the time.
Dazzle my heart with light!
! For what?... Oh! how good!
May all this, Love, not matter to us.
If he left beauty that comforts.
It must be sacred to us like bread!
How many times have I forgotten you,
To more madly remind me of you!
And who knew it was always like this:
The less I wanted to remember.
But longing walked
stuck with me!" 💞💞