The words you sing will fill the air with bright light and beautiful colours like television at night. And with your seashell eyes heaven lies silent in your hands, as a pray resting its head beneath the sun. I know you don’t believe in me and maybe that is why I am still drinking myself to sleep. But with your seashell eyes you put me gently into your hands, as a pray resting its head beneath the sun. But will you catch me?
Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS