burn, cinnamon candle, burn. permeate my soul.

Do you remember that sunny day?

Somewhere in London

In the middle of nowhere

Didn't have nothing to do that day

Didn't want to do nothing anyway

You got a way of walking

You got a way of talking

And there's something about you

And now I know I never ever

Want to be without you

I want to be haunted by the ghost

I want to be haunted by the ghost

I want to be haunted by the ghost

I want to be haunted by the ghost

Of your precious love

Of your precious love

The first time I saw you

Standing in the street

You were so cool,

You could have put out Vietnam

My girlfriends ask me, "What's he like?:

I say, "He's kind of shy,

But that's the kind of girl I am,

He's my kind of guy."

I'll build my world around you

I'll bless the day that I found you

I'll stand beside you, I'll never leave

Or tell you all those lies

That you'd never believe.

I dream of warm baths and sea glass / peacock portraits and tender poets

pictures from here, here, here