Till the morning breath colors the hill Hear nothing though I listen carefully
Till the morning breath colors the hill Hear nothing though I listen carefully
My eyes are starting to get ready to take the light My eyes are starting to let the light come inside Ready now...
Bird takes water and sings back the song she just had learned Night dew that colors the forest Pictures the glowing look in the sun Inside the deep fog The flower white as snow holds its breath You will wave your hand to someone That you met inside of your dream
A bell is ringing in distance Yes, this is the end of night...
