There is no point to plan
To hold that voice
Inside your hand
And when released
Well leave our heads
Back in beds
Sleeping guests
Rise to rest
Well walk around
Too soft too loud
Hand in hand
All new again
This shape were in
A boat for wind
To sail along our closed eyelids
And im too small
To be found
Much too tall
To far from the ground
Leaping in, leaping out
Of size somehow
Repeat the sound
Forgot and found
Well meet in sleep
Too lost to keep
This shape were in
A boat for wind
To sail along our closed eyelids
All that I know is I wanted to stay
Eyes closed and falling
Around your landscape
And with my hands out open
Fell off your edge