Blossom

Stef Lynn

Compositor: Stef Lynn

Oh love, you worry all your life waiting to belong
Sometimes, what's perfect in the moment doesn't last that long

But the blossom falls, from a growing tree
And the river bends, just to meet the sea
Oh the call of winter, becomes a memory when springtime shows
Oooh-oh-oh

And you know, why the air smells sweet
Does it show, this is where I wanna be
Let the cool breeze carry me, where I need to go
So slow, where your love may follow

Real life, don't feature on the cover of a magazine
Sometimes, it's better all or nothing than what's in between
You can stay, trading some comfort for your self-esteem
Or you run, forever like the wheels of a slot machine

But the blossom falls from a growing tree
And the river bends just to meet the sea
Oh the call of winter becomes a memory when springtime shows

And you know, why the air smells sweet
Does it show, this is where I wanna be
Let the cool breeze carry me, where I need to go
So slow, that your love still grows
And you know, why the air smells sweet
Does it show, this is where I wanna be
Let the cool breeze carry me, where I need to go
So slow, where your love may follow