Another Russian Romance Novel Lyrics & Chords By Avila

crying myself to sleep because I miss you
the colors in my dreams are wrinkled
today grows longer with every waking hour
as you make airplane trails in the sky above me
this is a story I dedicate to all the flavors that you bring to my life
this is a song that I sing to make things seem like they're alright
it's the way your hands a mold for mine that brings me back everytime
crying myself to sleep
I can taste the formula that makes you shine
the way you move your hands is science
the way you move me has no inertia