Sunlight

Slips like sunlight liquid through my fingers Throws me head first into the washing dryer She laughs at all the little toy soldiers masquerading In front the Eiffel tower Gold like champagne dripping from the ceiling (She's gold) Taste of her's got me gripping to the wire When she sheds her leaves it always lingers, I take my time To pursue the naked choir And I, I'm in trouble Oh why, she bursts my bubble Twists my mind like a biscuit in a blender Feeds the crumbs to chirpy mister lemon When she pirouettes on the line it's so damn unkind You'll lose it to the fire Sparks the night with the gripping light of dreamers You just want another hour Just want another hour And I, I'm in trouble Oh why, she bursts my bubble Sun! Light! Sun! Light! If she could be on the ship, yeah Leaving with me Oh darling I hope I hope you could see I hope you see me For what it could be For what it could be What it could be, yeah