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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