There's a girl that lies in my garden.
Surrounded by the flowers...
Hemispheres below the earths bowls blue,
but in essence no far from the wide skys view...
Nothing matters,
Why should it have to...
Ride to the sky with me,
we'll be flying for hours...
True loves fair spirit drifts,
Like a lakes ripple...
Rock a lala spills drama
from the ceiling to the floor...
Im lost in birdsong,
Its not me who sings...