Wakey Bakey.

Wakey Bakey

I see the sunlight its sitting there still
making the glass grow the greenest of the sea
i hear the birds talk
chatting in the trees
lets climb into the window to the sunshine of our minds
i like it outside it makes me feel good
just like the inside
a smoke before a dream
my laces untied
walk into the hills
lets climb in through the window to the sunshine of our minds
and then i whisper
before i go to sleep
on the pillow
your hair upon my cheek
if you hold my hand
ill hold onto yours
this really is the window to the sunshine of our minds.