Laranjeiras
José Jr.
Orange Trees
Untangle the knots, until it's just us
Blind me to the passions that come and go with the wind
I anchor my soul in the crevice of your chest
Pierce my ear as a sign of belonging
Orange trees in the backyard
At dusk the Sun paints the sky orange
I run to the balcony
The door is open, come dine with me
You served me a glass of forgiveness, endless redemption
And I reciprocate by offering my love, it's already on the table
