In your eyes i go flying
in your lies i see you hiding
some things are worth the denying
others known with never trying
Berries in your pockets
and a dream for everyday
we'll greet the people
that we meet along the way
Watch the sun falling in the sea
people laughing, crying needlessly
unspin the web of is and ought to be
i hear you're looking round
just like me
You play the fiddle
and i'll the beat the drum
we'll dance a crooked path
for those who wanna come
Hold my hand and i'll hold his
we can form a circle just like this
through your colors to the morning mist
trying hard to talk
we can sing like this
You play the fiddle
and i'll the beat the drum
we'll dance a crooked path
for those who want to come
do you want to