The Waltz

You're calling her with rings of gold

Gold bleeding from the stars

It's pouring like jewels

Pouring from the moon

From her eyes

Cascading around your feet

It wraps inside your fingers

You feel it from the shining sun

The blinding shining sun

You feel it from the shining sun

It takes you an a journey across the stone

It's the oldest stone

You feel it damp beneath your feet

The dew on the grass it soathes your tired feet

From her eyes

Cascading around your feet

It wraps inside your fingers

You feel it from the shining sun

The blinding shining sun

You feel it from the shining sun

It takes you an a journey across the stone

You feel it damp beneath your feet

Like dew on the grass it soathes your tired feet