The warm rays of the sun are of another world
The field of reeds are dancing all alone
I remain paused at a green hill, holding a conversation
I’ve yet to finish with her
The sky is of an expressionless face
The field of reeds are dancing all alone
I remain paused at a green hill, holding a conversation
I’ve yet to finish with her
The sky is of an expressionless face
that holds no answers
You’re probably hiding behind the clouds,
you’re probably a star.
