Roya

Roya How I've searched the holy vessel for your chamber How I've opened up to any given stranger Just to find you standing in some astral plane Where there are no shadows Roya I am only but the memory of my body I was searching all directions when you caught me Laying breathless as I try to scream your name Anywhere the wind would blow Roya My guardian of the soul The empty days of old I think they're over For I smell oleander from the grove Roya Your spirit is a dream that reaches daylight Blossoming inside you til it laid right on your tongue To never tell no one what you told me I can hear it singing now Roya My guardian of the soul The empty days of old I think they're over For I smell oleander from the grove Yes and I smell oleander from the grove Landord, landord, landord, landord