You come to me at twighlight
The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair
But how am I to know?
This feeling has no name.
Each morning I dream of twighlight
And wait for your glow
Down from where the moonflowers grow.
Far beneath the sea
Awaits a home for me.
The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair
But how am I to know?
This feeling has no name.
Each morning I dream of twighlight
And wait for your glow
Down from where the moonflowers grow.
Far beneath the sea
Awaits a home for me.