I smell the salt air, it stays in my hair
like memories that cling to my head
I'm walking on lines of all that reminds
I'm hanging on like beads on a thread
Far far
These visions are
My shallow desire that screams in a fire
Is burning out from embers to dust
The flowers and streams that glow in my dreams
Are nurturing the seeds of lust
Far far
These visions are
Cherub flies with a dove her wings carrying love
A sharp wind blown descending her fall
Windblown bodies will flail get all caught in my sail
Above a sea of comfort for all
Far far
These visions are
