That place where the sun peeks through the window to see her
Knowing there is a tomorrow for right now holds non-other
Than what the future can grasp if they reach the stage of wonder
Such as my daydreams of hope from she chanting for a lover
A Place for her comfort if ever she found it in arms, such as mine
A soldier of love smoothly operating passion too broke for fine
But I see her sounds on a hill and in a sense on melodies I climb
Have you seen the letting go of some sweet taboo for a line?
Would you get it with the moons of many background chimes?
The room where