Alexa Borden - Wishing Well lyrics

Ooo, I'll follow you where you will take me. Through frosted trees. Blue snow on our boots, metallic moon sweeping the streets. And I won't sleep. Ooo, seeking the true feelings of Christmas as children we knew. Songs of cheery carols And I am filled with new sense of peace. Flush of your cheeks oh, kiss me please. The rustle of foxes. This wishing well, snow covered hill. My love doesn't come in, in boxes. Ooo. Flush of your cheeks oh, kiss me please. The rustle of foxes. This wishing well, snow covered hill. My love doesn't come in, in boxes. My love doesn't come in boxes.