Miracle

You sleeping song in the bag

And me driving us home

That's why I reading you which is truth head upon now

Everything is making sense

I was blind but now I see

You are right before my eyes

There is a cherry tree growing in the garden

Everything is making sense

And

Every morning when I see used to the most gorgeous of days

Every morning when I see used to the most gorgeous of days

Your little hand right after round my fingers

Now I can't believe in miracles

And I clast you hear my priceless

I've never feel so scared

All these people in laps keeping you awake

I wrote this song to compressive

Every morning when I see used to the most gorgeous of days

Every morning when I see used to the most gorgeous of days

Your little hand right after round my finger

Now I can't believe in miracles

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

Than I can't say

You mean more to me

And I can't believe in miracles

I can't believe in miracles

Now I can't believe in

I can't believe in

I can't believe in miracles