I see you in these tree branches.
I hear you in the lowcountry breezes, dancing around in the spanish moss.
I wait for you underneath the stars, in the stillness of the night, wondering when it is you’ll tell me who to be once again.
I see you in these tree branches.
I hear you in the lowcountry breezes, dancing around in the spanish moss.
I wait for you underneath the stars, in the stillness of the night, wondering when it is you’ll tell me who to be once again.