The Softest Hue - Bre

And just as the sun set

When our little bed I was stuck in

The wandering lips that are falling through

From the softest hue

That is you

Whisper a soft grass

The hair’s falling past all the twist and turn

That I’ve come to learn

As the softest hue

Like the ocean blue

That is you

Wondering how past meet

Of dancing little feet and when Christmas light

Filled up the night

With the softest hue

I have falling through

For you

And after the sun set

The moon’s overhead

I will turn to you and asked of something new

When you’re in your head

And will go to bed

Falling through