Original Sun on a Grand Piano

This sun’s original, the way it flicker
it’s how I want it to end
before we dissapear, we’re poured like liquor
and waves come make us descend

Hearing the grass growing
Tasting the wind blowing
Feeling the suns burning
Knowing the night’s coming
Fearing the distant drumming
Wondering who’s humming
Raving in deep loving

I still remember the first time that you kissed me
I still remember our tongues
I still dream of your hands ,
they reach out and touch me,
and the heavy breathing from our lungs

I feel that God in you
but your hair is longer
the wind is blowing in your hair
I see you in the soft sunlight of September
I thank the lord in my prayer

Hearing the grass growing
Tasting the wind blowing
Feeling the suns burning
Knowing the nights coming
Raging the waves crashing
Fearing the distant drumming
Wondering who’s humming
Loving with shortcomings
Raving in deep loving

This sun’s original, the way it flutter
I’ve never seen it before
before it disappears, we melt like butter
And waves come wash us offshore