White as a cotton cloud Silence sea and sky Innocent as the child Always asking why I can take you there I can show you I can take you there Ill be there Gently catching you as you fall Hearing you when you call Smiling as we climb Smiling or crocodiling? As certainly as the sun Bakes a Sahara day Ancient as the hills Crumbling into clay Its pleasure and pain No loss no gain Pleasure and pain Again and again Pleasure and pain This madness This laughter Outward feelings I cant control Those coloured lights are leading me Its in you Its in me
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 22:07:29 +0000