And are our eyes the same
You know the air transforms ya
We're skipping through the haze
We make love in the morning
Through thick airplane windows
I never thought I'd see the day
When seeing your face was as vital as all the suns rays
And all of the dreams that you told me about in the dark
Well I had some crazy ones too but I think they are gone now
Stand still is talking to your cosmic mystery
The mark of your milk from a limb that your senses can't see
And are our eyes the same
You know the air transforms ya
We're skipping through the haze
We make love in the morning
Well whims time lapse is fast and slow
Raw sound pushes air you know
Holy is your art
If it brings you closer to the ones you know
And are our eyes the same
You know the air transforms ya
We're skipping through the haze
We make love in the morning