Diving you in a swell of endless time
where all the mills keep on turning
Let the wind be our friend
Resting with you on a field of flower guts
where spares and bees get along
Let the mist be our friend
When the sun is to bright we turn it off
And gather near a fire
We sing a lullaby
And grave are in each holes
like drifters in the wood
drifters in the woo-oo-ood
Drowning with you on a bridge of enchained dust
Where all the fairies may be enchanteress
Let the storm be our friend
Sitting with you on a branch of lonesome night
Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts
Let the push be our friend
When the sun is to bright we turn it off
And gather near a fire
We sing a lullaby
and grave are in each holes
like drifters in the wood
drifters in the woo-oo-ood
When the sun is to bright we turn it off
and gather near a fire
we sing a lullaby
and grave are in each holes
like drifters in the wood
drifters in the woo-oo-ood
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