The wind moves softly through the room Stars turn silver in the gloom Night leans close beyond the glass Lydia, stay while moments pass Lydia, turn where the wind goes Let the whole room fall away Barefoot underneath the sky Stay until the morning wakes The floor is warm beneath her feet Her breathing settles into heat A current moves across the air Lydia turns and finds me there The room goes still, the walls grow thin Wind turns once and draws us in Lydia, turn where the wind goes Let the whole room fall away Barefoot underneath the sky Stay until the morning wakes
