Firelove

You call it home
Down by the water
You say your soul needs room
And an ocean altar
A morning haunts your imaginary people
And daylight melts on the tip of your tongue
You tie your dreams to the wings of all the seagulls
Your hopes are beautiful drowning songs
And under the pale willow
They wait
For the time will come
Sit with me and watch the waves
Touch all of these stones
A morning haunts your imaginary people
And daylight melts on the tip of your tongue
You tie your dreams to the wings of all the seagulls
Your hopes are beautiful drowning songs
By the water
You are my firelight
By the water
You are my firelight
By the water
You are my firelight
By the water
You are my firelight