Sleeping

Once I cared I drew poison from you hand I was saved Until the devil caught me off my guard Oh how fine It must be to walk away Velvet your defences I'm not here to take you I'm a hawk weaving the mountains A heron in the fog​ Oh how fine you are Looking over The waves are reversing The sky is high and grey And all through the ruins The bells ringing out Oh how fine it must be Oh how fine it must be Oh how fine it must be Oh how fine it must be --- Sleeping - Ora Cogan