March Mornings
Tamar Kaprelian
Sinner or a Saint
March Mornings - Tamar Kaprelian
March mornings
You're like the song that makes my heart beat
You wake me up to something bitter sweet
Life's not the same since I took your name
Oh, I'm loving March mornings
You're the letter I'm expecting
Like flower gardens waiting for the rain
A bottle of wine getting better with time
And there's nothing that I'd rather do
Than to feel your morning light
I'm obsessing over skies of blue
Ooh, ooh
Baby, it's true that maybe it's you
You got me cut up in all that surrounds us
Love's in the game, the game's not the same
The night is the moon, I'm dreaming about you
March mornings
You're like the language that my soul speaks
You taste like sugar maples from a bee
The blood in my veins, my coat when it rains
Oh, I dig March morning
You're the chocolate, my mass craving
Like ballerinas floating off a stage
The words in my mind might fade over time
And there's nothing that I'd rather do
Than to feel your morning light
I'm obsessing over skies of blue
Ooh, ooh
And there's nothing that I'd rather do
Than to feel your morning light
I'm obsessing over skies of blue
Ooh, ooh
Now, baby, it's true that maybe it's you
You got me cut up in all that surrounds us
Love's in the game, the game's not the same
And the night is the moon, I'm dreaming about you
Yeah, baby, it's you
In all that surrounds us
Love's in the game, the game's not the same
I'm dreaming about you