She's walking the tree line
Wearing dusk
Caught in the gleam of rusted sun
Worn in
Wind red
Chasing what I wait for every night
And waking
Wounded
When I have to leave it all behind
Warm as the spring on summer's cusp
Covered in dandelion dust
Worn in
Wind red
Chasing what I wait for every night
And waking
Wounded
Breaking from the dream to realize
That this time, last night
We were still a moment from goodbye
And though I
Let lie
I still want the chance to read you
One line
Kept for every two
With my Third eye open wide for you
Bad night, last night
When did heavy sleep
Become so light
When your eyes
Catch mine
It's more than just a moment in my mind
In hindsight
And half-time
Let me slow it down to stall goodbyes
And though I
Seem fine
I'm dying for the chance to read you
One line
Kept for every two
With my Third Eye
Open wide for you
She walking the tree line
Wearing dusk
