Tamar Kaprelian - March mornings

1. March mornings.
You’re like the song that makes my heartbeat.
You wake me up to something bittersweet.
Life’s not the same, since I took your name.
Oh, I’m loving March mornings.
You’re the letter I’m expecting like flower gardens waiting for the rain.
You’re a bottle of wine, getting better with time.

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And there’s nothing that I’d rather do than to feel your morning light.
I’m obsessing, over skies of blue.
Baby, it’s true, that maybe it’s you.
You got me caught up in all that surrounds us.
The loves in the game, but the games not the same.
When the night has the moon, I’m dreaming about you.

2. March mornings.
You’re the like language that my soul speaks.
You taste like sugar maples from a bee.
You’re the blood in my veins, you’re my coat when it rains.
Oh, I need March mornings.
You’re the chocolate my mouths craving.
Like ballerinas floating off a stage.
You’re the words in my mind, you’re my fate over time.

(Chorus…)

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