The glass beads whisper, blocking out the summer gaze. Swaying in the hot breeze, they respond with a beautiful sound. I turn the sound of the wind into glass beads, Your cool eyes are like glass beads. Your sweet voice, the sound of the summer breeze, is so beautiful it makes me a little lonely. I want to sway your cool eyes, just a little. The glass beads whisper, blocking out the summer gaze. Swaying in the hot breeze, they respond with a beautiful sound. I turn the sound of the wind into glass beads, Your cool eyes are like glass beads. Your sweet voice, the sound of the summer breeze, is so beautiful it makes me a little lonely. I want to sway your cool eyes, just a little.
