She waits in the dark for the morning to come
and to grace her soft skin with it's feathers of sunlight
and her wishbones are breaking, as she pins her heart
to the fluffy clouds traveling on
and a calm fills the room and every breath fuels on the
dream tortoise journeys beneath bedspring branches
I don't wait for you, I'm just sitting here counting the
blades of grass one by one
never two the same
the branches reach deep in the tangle of trees
the rolling of stones in the rain
never two the same
the drops of the ocean
are scattered like stars
these grapes on the vine that remain
In the sunlight as it drips from your lips
like a diamond's sweet kiss given birth by the morning,
we smashed the hourglass, scattered its sand
To the dunes of the desert wind
and the circular rings of my vision were trapped in the
photograph I took of the sun late that morning
it blinded my eyes, and I felt you beside me
but didn't know what was your name
never two the same
the branches reach deep in the tangle of trees
the rolling of stones in the rain
never two the same
the drops of the ocean
are scattered like stars
these grapes on the vine that remain
and to grace her soft skin with it's feathers of sunlight
and her wishbones are breaking, as she pins her heart
to the fluffy clouds traveling on
and a calm fills the room and every breath fuels on the
dream tortoise journeys beneath bedspring branches
I don't wait for you, I'm just sitting here counting the
blades of grass one by one
never two the same
the branches reach deep in the tangle of trees
the rolling of stones in the rain
never two the same
the drops of the ocean
are scattered like stars
these grapes on the vine that remain
In the sunlight as it drips from your lips
like a diamond's sweet kiss given birth by the morning,
we smashed the hourglass, scattered its sand
To the dunes of the desert wind
and the circular rings of my vision were trapped in the
photograph I took of the sun late that morning
it blinded my eyes, and I felt you beside me
but didn't know what was your name
never two the same
the branches reach deep in the tangle of trees
the rolling of stones in the rain
never two the same
the drops of the ocean
are scattered like stars
these grapes on the vine that remain