Delicate Cleanse
Yes we'll be there
come tomorrow
yes we'll be there
let the cool air
cleanse our sorrow
lift the curtain
delicate your eyes
motionless we rise
wind rattles panes of light
the desert blooms
a guide
Surprise
and we're free there
come tomorrow
yes we'll be there
greet the breeze there
in the hollow
and she'll be there
frenzy strengthens night
isolate the fright
beneath the yellow shores
we slipped
our magnets ionized
sometimes
Words: Ely
Copyright 2003
