The Breeze

I wake up in the morning, in this great blue state Golden fingers caress my face Slips through the window on a silky breeze A dreamer's land to plant some seeds She's my believer healing all my doubts A lighted mirror reflecting out Every true potential, bed rock belief An elaborate plot to set this bird free From every element of past, every color that's attached She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea All the ancient memories, just as fleeting as the breeze She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea Now we lay in the sunset, white cotton June Her body sings and I join the tune All the sirens calling, the crows leave their trees But a peace pervades us and the dreamer's dream From every element of past, every color that's attached She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea All the ancient memories, just as fleeting as the breeze She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea