The may song

The may song
I'm waiting for your hands
To fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm gross
And the scent of you i've missed
And blue is representing
The draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
And the transparent air i've missed
Coro:
Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While i breathe
I'm following large drops of rain
With my eyes on the sight of you i've missed
Coro x1