care of imaginary mimosas (Jazz Avalanche Remix)

when reality touches its leaves they fold that's what true love is i think just keep it in a sunny place and take care of it care of my mimosa my secret mimosa when you touch the leaves they fold that's what my love is i think i keep it in a sunny place and take care of it at night it folds its leaves without a touch maybe love can hide itself when it feels too much care of my mimosa my secret mimosa