Elle Ashley

So this is love… Every end of December.

Quiet minds… Quiet stars.

I’m up here… Monday to Sunday.

Cause you’re fragile and I’m weak.

So you fall… When the nights grow younger.

Into sleep… you won’t wake up.

And I’m here… I’m sitting beside you.

And I’ll wait… until the spring.

Don’t you worry…

I’ll be there for you.

Don’t worry bout me…

You know me better than that…

Don’t you worry…

I’ll be there for you.

I’ll catch you if you would fall…

So you drift… When the days grow colder.

Away from me… You won’t look back.

Far away and I can’t guide you…

But I’m here… Until the spring.

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