i'm wearing your gold on my finger, it shines in the light of your sun as you linger in mine sharing a space that is no space at all and the sunset would reason 'too early for fall' i kiss and i whisper to someone in dreams I don't know them but they know me, it seems fear of a wandering tongue that speaks and breaks the vows we vow to keep I disavow, now weep.
i wonder and wander with only my dreams - i am still a sold woman