Things fall from the sky
Like ice cream cones
The people fret instead
Only their eyes can see
Not into the landscape
But sizing the size of things
Your eyes melt
I can see what is true
To kiss into you
It feels like a disappearance
Then more to the skin
As if it lights up the horizon
Like a red sea
Hold me in your dreams.
Like ice cream cones
The people fret instead
Only their eyes can see
Not into the landscape
But sizing the size of things
Your eyes melt
I can see what is true
To kiss into you
It feels like a disappearance
Then more to the skin
As if it lights up the horizon
Like a red sea
Hold me in your dreams.