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