6 acessos
Lay down your lucky hand upon her heart
Morning becomes a kite tangled up in stars
Laugh in the noonday night and leave it behind
Move out into his sundry eyes and sing/unwind
Hang down your lucky head assigned to time
Morning becomes the sand for the dandelion
Sooner than a noonday night we leave behind
Love is out into the sundry light you sing/unwind