ITS A FAIRYTALE MORNING, THE OCEAN LOOKS TURQUOISE
AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY
THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND
IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY
THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND
THAT'S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES
ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE
SHE LAYS THERE AND TOSSES HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW
SHE PEEKS FROM THE BLANKET TO SEE
SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD BUT ACTS LIKE A WOMAN
WHENEVER SHE REACHES FOR ME
HER TOUCH BURNS MY SKIN AND THAT MAKES ME FRIGHTENED
AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY
THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND
IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY
THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND
THAT'S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES
ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE
SHE LAYS THERE AND TOSSES HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW
SHE PEEKS FROM THE BLANKET TO SEE
SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD BUT ACTS LIKE A WOMAN
WHENEVER SHE REACHES FOR ME
HER TOUCH BURNS MY SKIN AND THAT MAKES ME FRIGHTENED
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