Album: Dreamt for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain
Your face is like the sun sinking into the ocean
Your face is like watching flowers growing in fast motion
All your kisses are swallowed, like the mornings that hollows
All vines and tree nuts will come unwound
baby you are my sunshine, my sunshine,
please don't take my sunshine away
The grounded fireflys are little stars that are dying
returning to the earth, I can hear them crying
The Christmas bulbs that are swallowed,
slept in a tree that's gone hollow
Never a brittle wintertime, baby you are my sunshine, sunshine,
please don't take my sunshine away
Sunshine, my sunshine, please don't take my sunshine away