I look at the sky
I look at the sky
A light morning blue
Golden sand at my feet
And pictures of you
And as I wander I sink into dreams
Of cascading water
Slipping slowly, slowly
It seems
I stand by the window
I stand by the door
I think about nothing
And what it's all for
And as I wander
I sink into dreams
Of cascading water
Slipping slowly, slowly
It seems
|