5d
A waking thought
Across oceans of astral zen
There I was in your mind
A lair of mine own
The sun scorched
Our dreams like noble
Fictitious vampires
When morning wakes
I reach out in the distance
Walls of stone
Warm when our lips
Meet for the first time
Today
Across oceans of astral zen
There I was in your mind
A lair of mine own
The sun scorched
Our dreams like noble
Fictitious vampires
When morning wakes
I reach out in the distance
Walls of stone
Warm when our lips
Meet for the first time
Today
The History: We won't wake up together for a week. I want to be high with you. To feel your touch. To smell you near. Yes, it is love again.
