Diving you in a swell of endless time Where all the mills keep on turning Let the wind be our friend Resting with you on a field of flower guts Where spares and bees get along Let the mist be our friend When the sun is to bright we turn it off And gather near a fire We sing a lullaby And grave are in each holes Like drifters in the wood Drifters in the woo-oo-ood Drowning with you on a bridge of enchained dust Where all the fairies may be enchanteress Let the storm be our friend Sitting with you on a branch of lonesome night Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts Let the push be our friend When the sun is to bright we turn it off And gather near a fire We sing a lullaby And grave are in each holes Like drifters in the wood Drifters in the woo-oo-ood When the sun is to bright we turn it off And gather near a fire We sing a lullaby And grave are in each holes Like drifters in the wood Drifters in the woo-oo-ood