picturing you at the edge of starlight bright as heaven sometimes...a crown on your head between certain and constant illusioning lay a new thought so soon run around lost in an evening's view torrid sundry...the glory flew free as the Sun's rays on my skin... come the morning picturing you on the edge of a knife bright as heaven ...crown on your head. again [Chorus] between uncertain and illusioning, we... lay a new thought so soon it's found and long inside what evening knew a torrid Sunday...and ruined view free as the Sun reign on my skin... come the morning
