Lyrics

Wading through
A pool of blue milk
I touch the door
Which takes you
To the stars
Passing below
The horizon
Oh melting
Into painted heavens
Of the past
The day I turn to dust
Here I will roam
The day I find you there
I'll find my home
Cassiopea sits silently
In her chair
Of constellations
So calm
She is sewing a quilt
Of flowers
In a black lagoon
I wander through the night
And watch them dance
With the moon
The day I turn to dust
Here I will roam
The day I find you there
I'll find my home
Open arms
This spinning wheel
A signpost
To guide me
Through the dark
The day I turn to dust
Here I will roam
The day I find you there
I'll find my home
Written by: Daisy Rickman
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