RPWL - Sleep lyrics

rate me

The new born moon seems like a cradle, shining on the desert sand

Scent of sandalwood and jasmine, a goddess with a silver skin

I am painting all your flowers, I'm the shadow of your dream

Who changed your opium to money shiva calls your name,

Why don't you sleep?

You're not worth a passing glance, I'm the picture in your mind

Who can feel the wind blows gently sparkling dust over the land

A stone is not a stone until I tell you what it's supposed to be

Who changed your opium to money shiva calls again,

Why don't you sleep?

And all our dreams are rushing to the river

The river that has always flowed

When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire

Our dreams will show the way back home

Lighter than a tuft of feathers, dancing with the rays of light

Digging oceans with my fingers, patterns carved into the sky

The creation of the earth is in my sight which no one's seen before

Sparkles of awakening knowledge shiva calls your name,

Why don't you sleep?

And all our dreams are rushing to the river

The river that has always flowed

When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire

Frightened and weeping

I read my name on a tombstone in a graveyard I don't know

In another dimension sitting with a pale face

On the hill of the dead!

The clouds all painted pink

Me wrapped in white cotton, nobody can see me at all

The letters of my name, iridescent and melting in the sun

Unsatisfied and restless, seeking in wrong places

Wading through a sea of my desires

When I burned away my bonds

I knew that I could not remain the same!

I left a fragment of my soul

Knotted in a tree top as a present for the endless universe

My form is full of light

As I'm going to the woods to find myself again

All the good, all the bad

All the pleasure, all the pain

All the yearnings of the brave,

All the sun and all the rain

All the beauty, all the dirt

All the love and all the hate

All the laughing, all lamenting, the acceptance of our fate

All illusions that we have,

All our secret fairytales,

Are doomed to slow decay; are flowing down the stream.

So come and kiss my silver skin while I paint pictures in your mind