Tired exhausted and beat
But nothing really matters anymore
Let’s talk about the trees and the flowers and the bees
But no you’d never write a love song to the breeze
No you'd never
Would you ever change your mind
About anything you lost in time
Make no sense to make it all
Who cares if you fall
You’ll be caught by the knees
But no you’d never write a love song to the breeze
To the breeze
No you’d never write a love song to the breeze
Breze
