never sung for me answer the question before you start to dream
found her on an cloud
stitching silver lining to the wishes of an dream
escape with me escape with me beyond your neon lights through your hallways into night
brush the dust brushing the dust brushing the dust from shadows call me to your fields as an plowsman your fields are ripe to mine eyes let not the vines of our love dry
i felt your fingertips drawing rainbows on my heart singing am i maybe wrong