DRUNK ON TIME

Moon light is prowling ‘round your bed with tiger eyes.
Shadows reel and weave in kind,
Drunk on time.

Heaven holds a place to shape my scattered dream
Here I gather shade without disdain or seam.


Sun light betrays a sacred place - my own eyes.
A halo. A blinding veil of light,
A pale of white.

Heaven holds a place to shape my scattered dream
Here I gather shade without disdain or seam.


A midnight song. A midnight song. A midnight song.
It’s a midnight song.

A midnight song. A midnight song. A midnight song.
Is it midnight?

Moonlight rejoices in the calm. Breezes sigh.
Shadows grow longer stealing time,
And we dance blind.

Heaven holds a place to shape my scattered dream
Here I gather shade without disdain or seam.

A midnight song. A midnight song. A midnight song.
It’s a midnight song.

A midnight song. A midnight song. A midnight song.
Is it midnight?