sometimes

I have funny ways of protecting myself
my fragile heart can't always handle your thick love

go to bed, young dreamer

go to bed, young dreamer

follow those thoughts that bring you home
where ever it may exist,
not be in places that clocks are turning and time is burning,
close your eyes and turn your mind from the madness,
fall in love with your sadness...
- mf

colour me in

Ocho Rios

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl...