The May Song

I'm waiting for your hands

to fold around my wrist

I'm mellowng in warm grass

and the scent of you I've missed

And blue is representing

the draft in my heart

I'm wondering through thin skies

and the transparent air I've missed

Pale is my face

you might want to colour

while I breathe

I'm following large drops of rain

with my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

Pale is my face

you might want o colour

while I breathe.