Priestbird
Season of the Sun
You're the branch I choose while I'm climbingYou're the mountains echoing my callYou're the coat I wear in my winterYou're the leaves that grow in the fallTo the neverland is where I'm goingAll the heavy greys are always blueThe leaves, they imitate the gold and glowingOur sun is out of me and out of youAin't no shadow that stands in my searchingThe sun strikes me down when I drawYou're the shiny spark that lies bleedingIn the rays of dawn that have come to youIt's your brilliant skin that fills my visionsYou're the silver stream where I come toAin't no shadow that stands in my searchingThe sun strikes me down when I draw
From Letras Mania