Ooh. You were lookin' away from me. Western skies callin' you. Colors spillin', runnin' dazzling you. I was looking the other way. Voices call from the east.
Well they left then in the mornin'. A hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the mornin'. I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone.
She walks alone on the brick lane,. A year had changed her forever,. the breeze is blowing.. He used to live so close here,. just like her grey home..