Herb-Her refuge.
Tangled in the sheets, rest softly 'til dawn.
Soft and sweet as she weeps.
'Goodnight my love.'
Herb-her refuge, dictates her dreams.
Colorless and dark, empty of her sweet.
'Let love be', she screams, 'Just let it be.'
Sitting beneath the willow tree, all falls silent as she drinks.
Words dance from her lips, deny any chance to breathe.
Sunset rises again. The wind whispers, breathe.
Just breathe.
Reality tugs at her, she insists she must sleep.
For day she lays hidden from the sun's glorious gleam.
For night she watches the moonlit dream.
She grieves for what has been, and yearns for what could be.
Soft and sweet as she weeps.
'Goodnight my love.'
Herb-her refuge, dictates her dreams.
Colorless and dark, empty of her sweet.
'Let love be', she screams, 'Just let it be.'
Sitting beneath the willow tree, all falls silent as she drinks.
Words dance from her lips, deny any chance to breathe.
Sunset rises again. The wind whispers, breathe.
Just breathe.
Reality tugs at her, she insists she must sleep.
For day she lays hidden from the sun's glorious gleam.
For night she watches the moonlit dream.
She grieves for what has been, and yearns for what could be.