Pisces Sun

Soft dream Heaven Sensitive skin Soft green Lemon In my head In my dreams I paint like Vermeer I speak fluent Dutch And I drive a car It steers where I want it to And I hear voices As clearly as a saint As brilliant as a pianist We fly where we ought to We fall from the roof We tumble into grass We breathe underwater I speak fluent Greek And I speak fluent Dutch And I drive a car And it steers where I want it to Soft dream Heaven Sensitive skin Soft green Lemon In my head The book is full But the mind is blank Floating down the highway On an empty tank Spiritual bliss Can't feel it locked in Olive tint In a book of sin Soft dream Heaven Sensitive skin Soft green Lemon In my head Soft dream Heaven Sensitive skin Soft green Lemon In my head