Lyrics
Wonder if she'll ever know.
Expressing curiosity about whether she will ever understand.
Even if I tell her so.
Even if the narrator tells her, uncertain if she'll grasp the message.
Tenderly her flowers grow and bloom.
Describing the growth of her flowers with tenderness and beauty.
When she looks so lyrical.
When she appears enchanting and poetic.
It's some kind of miracle.
Referring to her allure as something miraculous.
Echoes of her carry through my room.
Her presence lingers in the narrator's room through echoes.
Whisper to me sweetly out of tune.
She communicates with the narrator, though not necessarily in harmony.
Wonder what she makes of me.
Reflecting on what impression the narrator leaves on her.
When we drink and disagree.
During disagreements, pondering her perception of the narrator.
Echoes of her melody ring true.
Her melodies resonate truthfully in the narrator's experiences.
Whispering a melancholy tune.
Describing her songs as melancholic whispers.
She's the only reason I'm alive.
Emphasizing her significance as the sole reason for the narrator's existence.
She has charms and loving arms to hold me.
Highlighting her charms and supportive presence.
When I'm stumbling she'll be good to drive.
Depicting her as a source of strength during difficult times.
She's the only reason.
Reiterating her pivotal role in the narrator's life.
I'll live through the season.
Expressing a commitment to endure hardships for her.
She's the only reason I'm alive.
Reaffirming her as the primary reason for the narrator's existence.
Wonder if she'll ever be.
Wondering if she will ever comprehend the impact she had.
Hipped to what she did to me.
Curious about her awareness of the narrator's feelings.
Otherworldly waves float like perfume.
Describing ethereal waves that surround her like a fragrance.
When she sings her melody.
When she sings, her melodies captivate and envelop the surroundings.
Sit and listen silently.
Listening silently to the echoes of her tunes.
Echoes of her carry through my room.
Reiterating the lingering impact of her presence in the narrator's space.
Whispering a melancholy tune.
Describing her melodies as melancholic whispers once again.
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