Desperate days became our way
A rise, a fall, a thunderous rapture
Tied to each other, night and day, a feather chain and thrill in the slow ride
Sleep in the garden
Wake little baby
Warm in the sunrise
Rise with the birds, singing our praise
Dance in the moonlight
Under the tree line
You bring the sweet wine and away we go
Sleep in the garden
Wake little baby
Warm in the sunrise
Rise with the birds, singing our praise into heavy days
Into weightless nights
Into heavy days
Into weightless nights
Sleep in the garden
Wake little baby
Warm in the sunrise
Rise with the birds, singing our praise