I want to spend my Sundays where whales congregate to sing
Where my vision is blurred through turquoise lens
Where children water board on rainbow surf
And time is judged by the position of the sun
Rain clouds are a thing of beauty, not of dread…
Where fools gold bring peace of mind
Somewhere where everyday feels like Sunday
Somewhere over the sunset, we will sail. Frozen in time, mere shadows against the fading golden sky. Somewhere over the sunset, we will splash into the ocean creating yellow bubbles just above the surface. Somewhere over the sunset, we will sing, a melody that will echo to the depths of the deep blue.
In the rolling hills
Amongst the trees, bushes and branches
Next to the stream with colourful rocks
In one specific valley
There is a pot of gold waiting
Walk me across the dawn’s orange light
Make me wish I was part of the natural earth
And not a part of the human race
Put me to sleep when the moon spits silver light on the ocean
Wake me up when a rainbow crash lands on the white sands
And comes to rest at the feet of a child
Let me swim in a lake of volcanic lava
Wash my face with the smoldering liquid
Lay me down to dissolve into the earth
Let my words turn into golden mist
My song crack hearts of stone
Joy is an illusion
Come with me and sleep
Speak with a tongue of gold
Words we can’t repeat
Joy is an illusion
Come with me and sleep
Speak with a tongue of gold
Words we can’t repeat
