The night sky spins counterclockwise,
your hands guide me to its center.
Enveloped in the breeze
that caresses your skin,
I rest in the Light
that touches sleepy eyes,
recalling dreams of lost souls
found by the sunrise.
The night sky spins counterclockwise,
your hands guide me to its center.
Enveloped in the breeze
that caresses your skin,
I rest in the Light
that touches sleepy eyes,
recalling dreams of lost souls
found by the sunrise.
Oh yeah!
beautiful! sounds like magic