Heaven must be calling
seven miles below
A deep breathe then I dive
I felt something divine
Falling
constellations
Call me up to the sky
But turned me to the tide
I heard you say goodbye
Help me turn the light out every morning
Float into the ocean
Viol violet and the vine
In melancholy waters where I lie
I felt something divine
Help me say goodbye I hear you calling
Help me turn the light out every morning
Morning
Calling
Wearing me out
Help me say goodbye I hear you calling
Help me turn the light out every morning
awake until the morning
staring at the wall
waiting for a sign
help me to get by