The May Song Lyrics - The Gathering

I'm waiting for your hands 

to fold around my wrist 

I'm mellowing in warm grass 

And the scent of you I've missed 

And blue is representing 

The draft in my heart 

I'm wandering through thin skies 

And the transparent air I've missed 

Pale is my face 

You might want to colour 

while I breathe 

I'm following large drops of rain 

With my eyes on the sight of you I've missed