: I really thought I was content Counting sheep and staring at the ceiling You came and show me what it meant That home is not a house but a feeling '
: Close your eyes and count to eight No, don't, 'cause I can't wait Everything's free in this field of fantasy We can hear the singing sun We can feel
I really thought I was content Counting sheep and staring at the ceiling You came and show me what it meant That home is not a house but a feeling 'Cause
Close your eyes and count to eight No, don't, 'cause I can't wait Everything's free in this field of fantasy We can hear the singing sun We can feel
