See, I can't feel, I can't breath, I am smitten. Even angels will sin, if they're driven. . Burned by the sun, on my skin, burnt my fingers. Curse myself into the wind, hear it whisper.
Daybreak, another new day. The mist on the meadow is drifting away. For it's daybreak, the sun's in the sky now. And flowers break through their blanket of dew.