In dawn we ride upon chariots
At dusk we sleep in swinging hammocks
Blowing gently in the rustling winds
If love were a flame, I’d be a pile of ashes
Smoldering in the fire pit of dashed dreams
Though a phoenix can rise from cinders, maybe I’ll do the same
You dart from tree to tree so full of glee
I wish I could be someone you see
Maybe one day I’ll cross that sea
