When everything is nestling down,
Feathers ruffling winds, dark ground,
And every flower closes up.
Every voice acquires a hush,
and limbs grow long,
Fingers finding hearts, start to hum,
And whispering, I say to you
Just watching you breathe,
Making up some great adventure story,
Where you win all the fame and glory,
I could stay here always,
Dreaming on, dreaming awake,
What have I got to prove?
What is all this rushing about?
I've got to slow it down
I could stay here always
Just watching you breathe
Making up some great adventure story
Where you win all the flame and the glory
Dreaming, dreaming awake