I found a book buried in the leaves
not long after you fell asleep
It told the tale of the brook
and how everybody's one and the same
We are trees growing wild
Wrapped around your satin finger
where you hold the key to every note
Ah, we are songs being sung
on the tongue of a ssssssssss... serpent
that I wish you could have seen
But now they're disappearing,
should I read to you before you dream?
But I can't bring myself to wake you
Yeah, I'm not going to wake you,
and steal off your healing touch
I've always got the birds and the dawn
and the morning to my self
I've always got the birds and the dawn
and the morning to my self
Oh my ruby fruit sweetheart,
Tonight you sleep, tomorrow
I keep you till this time be gone
And we can live as the king
and the queen of the night,
Rolling and scraping through place,
we awaken the wrath of the
I fell asleep to the sound of the rustle
and the rustle and the hustle of bats
Telling tales of the scooby -shoo fungal
and how everybody likes to relax
I am high, riding on the noise
Throwing warmer in your satin corner,
where I hide the hearts of all the folk
Lies written out of mispurposes
Flying high with a thousand fires
is where I wish that you could have been
Now they're disappearing,
can you wake me before I scream?
But he's not gonna wake me up
I've always felt the birds at the dawn
I've always felt the birds at the dawn
Oh, my ruby -foot sweetheart,
Tonight you sleep, but tomorrow
I'll keep you till it's time to dawn
And we can live as the king
of the night until we tumble
in the wrath of the fruit jungle
We're not going to wake you
And steal all the fruit for ourselves
and the morning to yourself
and the morning to yourself
Oh my Ruby, good sweetheart,
Tonight you sleep, but tomorrow
I'll keep you till it's time to go
A firelight showed sweat,
We made it to the top, everything stops
In a place where we don't care
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