Palms

Leaving to escape Windmills on the southern plain Hum your name 49 palms muddled over my words Wait for more Sleep alone Start all over Visions flood my mind So the sins come alive In the blurring light Thought I saw your face Watching broken fingers placed Blind now we've chased Sleep alone Start all over A fire then the flood Could something wrong be something good? Do you think you should? I would rather love Someone I couldn't touch Than give us up Sleep alone Start all over So I dwell On going wild again I love what you do But I can't get out from under you So I don't try Sleep alone Start all over So I dwell On going wild again