Drifting on the breeze, teardrops fall.
Into the skies I glide, a blue dream begins, years regress, I surf through time.
The garden so green, together we spin, dizziness is our altered state.
Old faces return:
"Hey Grandma, I've picked some mint just for you... don't forget the rosemary, you'll enjoy that too"
Old sounds play:
"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away"
Together we spin, twisting the trance, returning to another time.
In the sky we fly, drifting and dreaming of her deep blue eyes.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Drifting on the breeze, teardrops fall.
Into the skies I glide, a blue dream begins, years regress, I surf through time.
The garden so green, together we spin, dizziness is our altered state.
Old faces return:
"Hey Grandma, I've picked some mint just for you... don't forget the rosemary, you'll enjoy that too"
Old sounds play:
"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away"
Together we spin, twisting the trance, returning to another time.
In the sky we fly, drifting and dreaming of her deep blue eyes.
