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Her eyes could have only been born of this ocean
Delph blue, longing and weepy they want me so much to want you
All wrapped up beside you and winded, After you've taken me
My mind's roaming free, dozing dazy drifting out this evening


With a verse so sweetly sung
Into a world we've longed to come
But somehow we are not one

And all her lavender meadows so fragrant and beautiful
And at your dining room table the sun falls on my face so warm
And all the turbulent highways I've taken to get here
To you in this home, in this moment, for that I am grateful


Though this house feels like an old lost song
That calls for me to play along
Somehow I don't belong


The night lit by moon
The day sun
Ooh baby I'm wondering
how come?
The light is nearly gone


Her soul could have only been born of a wild oak
So far reaching and swaying and free but stands stoically alone
When the skies come apart she leans over so helpless and cowering
Until the storms come to cease and somehow she's the only one standing


And though we've grown so close my love
And though these nights we've spent so many of
A part of me is numb

Her eyes look up to me, so open and true
Our window's in perfect clear view
But somehow I can't see through
Her eyes could have only been born of this ocean   Delph blue, longing and weepy they want me so much to want you   All wrapped up beside you and winded, After you've taken me   My mind's roaming free, dozing dazy drifting out this evening         With a verse so sweetly sung   Into a world we've longed to come   But somehow we are not one      And all her lavender meadows so fragrant and beautiful   And at your dining room table the sun falls on my face so warm   And all the turbulent highways I've taken to get here   To you in this home, in this moment, for that I am grateful         Though this house feels like an old lost song   That calls for me to play along   Somehow I don't belong         The night lit by moon   The day sun   Ooh baby I'm wondering   how come?   The light is nearly gone         Her soul could have only been born of a wild oak   So far reaching and swaying and free but stands stoically alone   When the skies come apart she leans over so helpless and cowering   Until the storms come to cease and somehow she's the only one standing         And though we've grown so close my love   And though these nights we've spent so many of   A part of me is numb      Her eyes look up to me, so open and true   Our window's in perfect clear view   But somehow I can't see through