Ivy vines that clothe the tree, daisies look and take a peak
Sun takes colours from the green and bleaches
December white, a cotton dress, open lawn to make a nest
Try to think what I love best in your features
You were born to run and run till you find your fire
I saw what you'd become, I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers
Daggers wide, they cut through skin, a new addition to your grin
To reach the end, we must begin to feel it
Lie and trace you on the grass, hair that makеs a question mark
You'll always be in my heart, I mеan it
You were born to run and run till you find your fire
I saw what you'd become, I know, I know
Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers
You were born to run and run till you find your fire
I saw what you'd become, I know, I know