Stars

What is underneath the beautiful sea
But your full lips kissing me
Fondeld behind peach trees
But don't all hearts bleed?
Belles bleeds from a past unkind
From a man in a dark forest
Oh God where is the red, red wine?
It is about that that time for pills and a glass of wine
But Belle he is not him
But it sometimes feels like the same wind
I have to be reborn
A romantic scorn
For love pain was born
But the sound of his guitar
Makes my eyes see stars so far