Solar rays dying things in haze
Drain the light, send the day to its rightful place
Take me with the coral and the amber
Slowing the pace while the clouds move faster
I feel you slipping off your veil
Because the shadows don't judge what you really feel
And they know you well
They know you well
Why do I feel so close to the ground?
If I listen to the trees when they make sounds
Will they take me with the coral and the amber?
Slowing the pace while the clouds move faster
I feel you slipping off your veil
Because the shadows don't judge what you really feel
And they know you well
They know you well
Why do I feel so close to the ground?
If I listen to the trees when they make sounds
Solar rays dying things in haze
Drain the light, send the day to its rightful place