Draw in your hand,
and speak your desires,
upon the thin paper of my heart.

Let me compose them into songs of the creek, let's feel
the sound of the cricket's chirp, all week.  We'll get lost,
And fly away like a dream into the night, forgetting the cost
Of freedom, for by the dawn our time will only be revealed.

We'll run up  upon the towers and dance into the amber sky,
for we will renew the earth by the light of songs.
We'll watch as the world turns cold, as our hearts fly with such power.
For like my jacket that covers you, let my voice always hold you.

In the embers of your heart, let me receive all of you.
Like the red dress that sings about you, let me forever

love you so.