Lullaby

Oh, the things I'd give to take a trip Back to us Lips on lips Cold air trickling down my spine No need tracking time With your hand holding mine It might be a broken lullaby But I still sing it all alone sometimes Soft and patient Footsteps bond on pavement Silent conversation Closed eyes opened our hearts Two inches apart Sunset looks like art It might be a broken lullaby But I still sing it all alone sometimes The problem with rose colored glasses You see the warning And walk right past it It might be a broken lullaby But I still sing it all alone sometimes