Daydream

Daydream, are you here to stay? A golden voice can seem so fey when you’re deprived. Help map stars upon the edge that rests above our riverbed. If you’d have my hand, you’d have my heart.

As I sow your name across the sky I’ll lift your voice right up to mine. I guess it paid when I dared to breathe for I stole your breath like a common thieve. As we pass where all the good times grow, I’ll push back your hair and let you know, “It may be trite, but I’m yours.”

Daydream, oh you seem so tired so burn your home and please expire in my arms. We’ll arise to singing bells, a sharpened sound that swiftly quells our time apart.

As I sow your name across the sky I’ll lift your voice right up to mine. I guess it paid when I dared to breathe for I stole your breath like a common thieve. As we pass where all the good times grow I’ll push back your hair and let you know, “It may be trite, but I’m yours.”

A glowing face, a vibrant heart. You said “forever”, well it’s a start, but I wish we had more time to share as eternity seems quite unfair. So grace me with those ageless eyes, oh I adore it when you cry for your tears of ecstasy dress our moments exquisitely.

As I sow your name across the sky I’ll lift your voice right up to mine. I guess it paid when I dared to breathe for I stole your breath like a common thieve. As we pass where all the good times grow I’ll push back your hair and let you know, “It may be trite, but I’m yours.”