Planes circle round,
Your eyes can be found,
Searching the sky
No love from the ground
Earth open up and kiss me with stone
Sweet country fields where I feel at home.
As I fly I can name all the places, and time is a ghost.
The sky just the same as the ocean.
A space between me and my home.
Tears and rain they can be the same.
Clouds stroked faces look down again.
Wind swept hair can take me to our place,
Sea spray and long days leave only a trace.
As I fly I can name all the places, and time is a ghost.
The sky just the same as the ocean.
A space between me and my home.
