Spark
Summer and gold, throw their colors at the dark,
A mother tells her son, "Darling, look at the spark"
But you hold my attention without even trying.
A beautiful reflection from firework eyes,
But never means forever.
Desperation and hanging in the backyard at night.
Somebody's supposed to fall in love.
A mother tells her son, "Darling, look at the spark"
But you hold my attention without even trying.
A beautiful reflection from firework eyes,
But never means forever.
Desperation and hanging in the backyard at night.
Somebody's supposed to fall in love.