Having the sun for breakfast...
I'll paint you mornings of gold.
Place the sun above your ceiling.
Let it rise in your eyes,
Erase your nightmares and
Speak day dreams to your heart.
Burn your lips like black coffee,
Awaken you from the us that slept beneath shelters of dark trees,
Howling winds and
Distant...
Place the sun above your ceiling.
Let it rise in your eyes,
Erase your nightmares and
Speak day dreams to your heart.
Burn your lips like black coffee,
Awaken you from the us that slept beneath shelters of dark trees,
Howling winds and
Distant...