Alma

I'm growing cold my love Can you feel it? I'm growing cold my love Do you feel it? And even though I'm a melody short to describe you, I I'd say you're kind of funny to me You blue thing Your touch turns me to pieces You blue thing Your touch turns me to pieces You blue thing Your touch turns me to pieces You blue thing Your touch turns me to pieces You don't fight fair, my love (Pianos for peace) I can't read your mind, my dear (Play a piano for peace for you instead) But put it all on me Yea put it all on me, my joy Nobody knows us like music Nobody knows us like music But I know you I know you I know you Got to know you And I wouldn't change a thing