Air Storm

Near heaven there's a place pure and huge, safe and warm where angels sings their torn and spirits see your face Your beauty's like a swarm o' bees flyin' leavin' traces out o' flowers, and my senses feel that honey smell in air storm It reminds me your eyes and your smile, as it shines your mouth when you talk your moves when you walk And your voice, your touch it hurts my love, so much