Sundream

I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it Oh, let me feel what you are Flashes on match heads Splashes of ashes Embers arising Smoke fills the skies in Wind blows in then crashes Waves over the ashes Hills washed up in violet Eyes close up to hide it I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it Oh, let me feel what you are I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it Oh, let me feel what you are Freefall in Paris Sundreams in flashes Growing and rising Rain fills the skies in Sunday morning crashes Flickering of lashes Sink into the mattress Fall into the atlas Flashes on match heads Splashes of ashes Sink in the mattress Tell me that you want it I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it Oh, let me feel what you are I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it Oh, let me feel what you are