Marina - Sleepy Sun

wake me on the softer side of heaven

in a land of healty minds

light, carry me high

float me down west of the lazy river

before these heavy stones sink our soaring heads

breathless morning put your head in my hands

night grows stele by the break of the dawn

take me where you’re eyes are always blooming

the golden leaves, the red pine trees

what dreams may come

i wonder where we’ll wind up when its over

falling like the stars right out of heavens mouth

breatless morning put your head in my hands

night grows stale by the break of the dawn

fever, fever, fever, flood the door

shiny, shiny, shiny, crack of light

outside flushs white

warmer tones than before outline flushes free

free of light, free of me