March Mornings - Tamar Kaprelian

March mornings

You’re like the song that makes my heartbeat

You wake me up to something bittersweet

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

You’re 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

Baby it’s true, that maybe it’s you

You got me caught up in all that surrounds us

The love’s in the game, but the game’s not the same

When the night has the moon, I’m dreaming about you

March mornings

You’re the like language that my soul speaks

You taste like sugar maples from a bee

You’re the blood in my veins, You’re my coat when it rains

Oh, I need March mornings

You’re the chocolate my mouths craving

Like ballerinas floating off a stage

You’re the words in my mind, You’re my fate over time