When I dream, I dream in white, of bells and birdcage, boat dock sun and the cargo spice of what's to come like the images come one after one
But this time, it was night the moon it lilted brightways sharp and the words to sleeping drifters dance as though to fall from page alive…
When the light fell down was a wild burn like the night said, it could be learned with the journey you took a chance to forget when you start the dance…
Did the hairs on the neck of time stand straight with me speaking their name and the pride that can make us blind does it simply fear being shamed oh the branch, is it known by seed how it comes to be… and do the blooms know their righteous power the beauty of being Seen
Oh the pride that can make us blind! does it simply fear being shamed and the tide in it's ever-pulling would naught but by breathing be tamed oh the thought is it known by speech how it comes to be… and do the colored blooms know their righteous power the beauty of being Seen…
When I dream I dream in flight the swells and stills of all that's come and the setting forth our kindred sum a point in a constellation
When the light fell down was a wild burn your mission forming with every turn to assemble and piece it whole to remember this dance we woke
The beauty of being Seen…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
