Innocenza Cetra

A hundreds coloured yarns are in your hand You weave them into beds Where thoughts will sleep and rest Sunset draws the curtains and the Night reveals a secret in your ear The view is now so clear Disorder disappears Moonlight seeping through the ceiling A hundreds coloured yarns are in your hand You weave them into beds Where we can sleep and rest Let me speak a secret in your ear The view can be so clear Confusion disappears Blue thoughts are out of here