On a water of blue sky rests a place of comfort for our wild souls.
On that bed we lay our feeble minds together, nothing is wrong when we are here. The world is at pause.
A bed of deceit, a bed where our heart deceive our love. Where our yes turns to no. There is comfort but there is no love, there is peace but no pleasure
We made it together, enjoyed it’s youthful life and eventually we grew bored with us but our bed still stayed there with its soothing comfort.