Lyrics

#45

morning time, summer dream; awake, but still asleep

i walk through the hills towards a blanket of fog

the rhythm my steps and the sound of my heart

as it speaks to everything

there are butterflies, there are trees and wind

through the sky a cloud swims

toward my eyes in waves of golden grass

she speaks and I hear?


if we don?t want to be the ones who are cryin? out

we better turn our world around

if we don?t want to be the ones they will lie about

we better turn our world around

if we don?t want to be the ones who are dying out

we better turn our world around

if we don?t want to be the ones that they prophesized about

we better turn our world around

moring time, summer dream; awake, still asleep