The May Song (Radio Edit) The Gathering

I'm waiting for your hands
To fold around my wrist

I'm mellowing in warm grass
And the scent of you I've missed



Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While I breathe



And blue is representing
The draft in my heart

I'm wandering through thin skies
And the transparent air I've missed



Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While I breathe