Apollo Sunshine - Breeze Lyrics

The surface of streams
The fingers of trees
The sweet harmonies
The breeze and its lovers
Its hard to believe the wind
When it touches me
Isn't just the way that I long to touch you

The delicate petals
And all of the metals
The old and the hopeless
The young and inspired
The best and the worst times
The breeze is invited
That's just the way that I long to touch you

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