Laying here thiking again I'm wondering why this doesn't happen all the time It wouldn't be so blinding
It's something to be seen Do you know (do you know) what I mean? It's something to be seen Have you seen it? (have you seen it?)
I'm laying here thinking again That deep light rose pushing pink through my window Rosey and light but the daytime's not quite here I should knowing I can keep I'll never go blind with this memory