Marina

Wake me on the softer side of heaven
In a land of healthy minds
Light, carry me high
Float me down west of the lazy river
Before these heavy storms seek our soaring heads

Breathless morning, put your head in my hands
Night grows stale by the break of the dawn

Take me where your eyes are always blooming
The golden leaves, the red pine trees
What dreams may come
I wonder where we’ll wind up when it’s over
Falling like the stars right out of heaven’s mouth

Breathless morning put your head in my hands
Night grows stale by the break of the dawn

Fever, fever, fever, flood the door
Shiny, shiny, shiny crack of light
Outside flushes white
Warmer tones than before
Outline flushes free
Free of light, free of me