You float in an early sun, Your morning guide I’m awake while you’re asleep Thunder sounds You dream caught heart, behind my eyes Shadows blur Your mirrored mouth, your graceful hands Your eyes are white
Its not your fault You’re still in my arms, it’s not your fault The earth is overgrown The sea, it will part It's not your fault It’s not your fault
White space and gentle waves I drift under Out the end a flyful sin, in color
I speak to your turned back And I alone Your mirrored mouth, your graceful hands You start to talk
It’s not your fault It’s not your fault You’re still in my arms, it’s not your fault The earth is overgrown The sea, it will part Its not your fault It’s not your fault