Drifting through the cotton skies, Sunlight bends and melts my eyes. Crimson fields beneath my feet, Every shadow sings so sweet. Whispers of a silver stream, Floating in a waking dream. Time dissolves in colors strange, Nothing here will stay the same. Hold me in the strawberry air, Nothing real is anywhere. Turn the page, the world will spin, Lost in waves of where we’ve been. Leaves like lanterns brush my face, Smiles that vanish without trace. Echoes hum a tender tune, Underneath a silver moon. Softly now the colors fade, Wandering through the hazy glade. Footsteps echo, voices near, Every sound both far and clear. Twilight drifts on mirrored streams, Carried in my floating dreams. Petals fall like whispered sighs, Stars are spinning in my eyes. Hold me in the strawberry air, Nothing real is anywhere. Turn the page, the world will spin, Lost in waves of where we’ve been. Silver shadows twist and play, Night dissolves into the day. Time is slow and rivers bend, Nothing starts, and nothing ends. Crimson fields beneath my feet, Every shadow sings so sweet. Floating through the endless sky, Strawberry dreams will never die
