you brought me incense and a flower
that ours was a love that would not last
there is nothing left to do or say all the scraps of our happiness i feel an ache in my chest
our flame will blush 'til it burns out
there is nothing left to build it up all the scraps of our happiness i have one more tear to cry
there is nothing left to do or say all the scraps of our happiness i feel an ache in my chest
there is nothing left to save our love all the scraps of our happiness More from The Bird and the Bee