Shake The Dreamer Sessions REmembrance

I, I remember my hands Flying over porcelain skin A deep blue ocean of your eyes And the way you swallowed me in them I see the face of my daughters When I see the face of my father s son Wondering how the war can be lost and over When the story has only begun. As I move up and up and up and up and up and up And I don t mind The company of your mind In the summertime And I slip Into your grip Time after time Time and time Time and