In Your Eyes I Go Flying

In Your Lies I See You Hiding

Some Things Are Worth The Denying

Others Known With Never Trying



Berries In Your Pockets

And A Dream For Everyday

We'll Greet The People

That We Meet Along The Way



Watch The Sun Falling In The Sea

People Laughing, Crying Needlessly

Unspin The Web Of Is And Ought To Be

I Hear You're Looking Round

Just Like Me



You Play The Fiddle

And I'll The Beat The Drum

We'll Dance A Crooked Path

For Those Who Wanna Come



Hold My Hand And I'll Hold His

We Can Form A Circle Just Like This

Through Your Colors To The Morning Mist

Trying Hard To Talk

We Can Sing Like This



You Play The Fiddle

And I'll The Beat The Drum

We'll Dance A Crooked Path

For Those Who Want To Come

Do You Want To