The Breeze

I wake up in the morning, in this great blue state Golden fingers caress my skin Slips through the window on a silky breeze A dreamers land to plant some seeds She's my believer, healing all my doubts A lighted mirror, reflecting out Every true potential, bed rock belief An elaborate plot, to set this bird free From every element of past, every color that's attached She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea All the ancient memories, just as fleeting as the breeze She paint pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea We lay in the sunset, white cotton June Her body sings and I join the tune All the sirens calling, the crows leave their trees But a peace pervades us and the dreamers dream From every element of past, every color that's attached She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea All the ancient memories, just as fleeting as the breeze She paint pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea --- The Breeze - Rodello's Machine