The words you sing will fill the air with bright light and beautiful colours like television at night.
And with your seashell eyes heaven lies silent in your hands, as a pray resting its head beneath the sun.

I know you dont believe in me and maybe that is why I am still drinking myself to sleep.
But with your seashell eyes you put me gently into your hands, as a pray resting its head beneath the sun.
But will you catch me?