And when again it’s morning, they’ ll wash away. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm Here the daisies guard you from every… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
How many times do I fly, through your head space. Now it's speeding away, from the safe place. — The Wanted Copy Share Image
