Still Have A Crush Songtext / Lyric

May gifts,

Mood shifts

Trees bloom

Buds burst soon.



Dry wood

burning

The smell of spring.



My own

unknown

something in the wind.






The moon rolling down the roof,

a bit aloof.

The spell of spring.

I still have a crush on him.



It's not making any sense.

April lost her audience.

What became of poetry, you and me in harmony.

It's not making any sense.

May's delayed when you're away.

What became of our punctual, sensual everyday.



This town

awakes.

Clear blue morning dew.



Rise sun

white swan.

My heart's white guard.



The moon rolling down the roof...