She's gone collecting pretty colored bottles for her kitchen window where the morning sun comes shining through. The rays and the glass get tangled up like lovers do, morning so beautiful by afternoon it was long gone. I close my eyes to a kalidscope of colors, yes I'm back to a place that I have often been. Ring in your navel lay you back upon the table girl I found you in heaven I must take you back again. I don't want to, want to, I don't want to give you back, cause I found you here. Not really looking yes I'm tired of defending, my collosal rise or maybe my tragic fall. Not really looking with eyes wide open, yes you are still missing all that you might find. You are the picture of mind, body, and spirit. You are three in one if I could only count that high. I saw you in a dream days before I met you girl, in a bedroom doorway in nothing but your skin.
