Somewhere there's a hole that we could slip through
And come upon the falling stars
Brushed your lips and barely it just missed you
Come upon the falling stars
Maybe we could start to see
Beyond the walls, above the trees
The silent song you sing to me
My perfect piece of sunshine
My perfect piece of sunshine
My perfect piece of sunshine
The current streams along falsely placid
Swift and hard the nail sinks far and faster
Oh amiss, amiss still held in keen acuity
The silent song with words that are all new to me
All new to me
Somewhere there's a hole that we could slip through
And come upon the falling stars
The silent song, the silent song that brushed your lips
That brushed your lips
That brushed your lips
The current streams along falsely placid
Swift and hard the nail sinks far and faster
Oh amiss, amiss still held in keen acuity
The silent song with words that are all new to me
All new to me
My perfect piece of sunshine
My perfect piece of sunshine
My perfect piece of sunshine
My perfect piece of sunshine