I was cutting garlic when i thought
Will i ever deserve love?
I cut my finger on the knife
And the blood stings of grief
I was ironing out a particularly
stubborn crease on a shirt
And i remembered
You looked so good in white
......
I was cutting garlic when i thought
Will i ever deserve love?
I cut my finger on the knife
And the blood stings of grief
I was ironing out a particularly
stubborn crease on a shirt
And i remembered
You looked so good in white
......