Nicholas Craven
Traditions in Verses
Teach me your traditions, crushing flowers between our fingers
Picking off the petals, carefully remove them
Teach me your traditions, teach me your religions
Picking petals one by one, she loves me not, she loves me so
Will you forget everything I said?
Will you forget everything I said?
Dreams that you had
Sweat alone in your bed
Will you forget everything I said?
I'm still chasing those sunsets over bated breath
And you're still in pain
All my good intentions and all my selfishness
Sometimes they seem one and the same
Teach me your traditions, crushing flowers between our fingers
Picking off the petals, carefully remove them
Teach me your traditions, teach me your religions
Picking petals one by one, she loves me not, she loves me so
She loves me so
She loves me so
She loves me so
She loves me so, so, so
Teach me your traditions, teach me your religions
Picking off the petals, she loves me not, she loves me so