Outside the canvas turned white
There's a strange kind of ambiance, it's surrounding you. As a songstress you lure me, towards the truth..
And after all the things we put each other through..
Puzzled by shrewd innocence, Runs a thick tide beneath
Rest your head and go to sleep. Because my child, this not our farewell..
I fade into this tender care
But there is nothing but silence now Around the one I loved, Is this our farewell?
We could take to the highway with this trunk of ammunition too
And she'll ask him, For the wind to sail her home, To the world where she belongs..
So you wait and you savour the moment