Love Song To Myself

The flowers bloomed whilst I was gone No candles lit A thought that we would journey on And see those flowers with the same eyes Ha ha ha ha ha ha There's little gunmen in my ear Telling me things I need not hear A man that's clothed in love, may still take of his shirt, at your real words I sing them under a spell But it's a love song, to myself I sing them under a spell But it's a love song, to myself Silently sycamore Walks through the open door Letting sweet sounding, words left unspoken appear Oh little rabbit I almost had ya Until the light came And blinded character But I'm not looking for shouting and screaming I'm just searching for your raw feelings I'm not liking philosophical reasoning I'm just looking for some substance to leave on I sing them under a spell But it's a love song, to myself I sing them under a spell But it's a love song, to myself