© February 2001 Flying Stone
A dream, what else can be
this flight to the north where I should meet my love.
try to kick them out of my burning heart.
We stand face-to-face and watch our lucky eyes,
our hearts beat like drum machines.
We lay on the bed, our bodies dissolve
in an ocean of love, in an ocean of love.
Darkness and night outside,
but deep love inside, and so warm the light.
Broken the shell
between us both, one body, one soul we are.
Streets now look different
through the eyes of us two walkin' hand in hand.
Step follows step,
but the dialogue, it has just begun.