Smoke dreams.
We speak our dreams
In moments of intimacy
Our souls meet
they sing
they dance
The smoke drifts
In
the orange blossom haze
The moment’s gone.
We move on the morning tide
Swiftly…embrace the earth.
We speak our dreams
In moments of intimacy
Our souls meet
they sing
they dance
The smoke drifts
In
the orange blossom haze
The moment’s gone.
We move on the morning tide
Swiftly…embrace the earth.