Soft

I live to fly on a natural high My love is growing softly to the sky The lovers hors'audourves for the Evening to come The camera still runs and we see you I was soft for the first time Now content to breath so deeply Got my hands in my pockets Burn, burn, burn I've seen the light Hell, I've seen them all But one can keep those daydreams Keepin' on Show me a world in a Different space, in a different house In a different way Nothings sacred anymore but Don't touch my friends God makes amends in a book He's only pleasant when he's sleeping