The Guardian of Her Dreams
And asleep in his arms as the sky turned saffron
The distant winds cried, throwing crimson across the borderlines
In the streets they implore the faithful to pray, that haunting echo
Each ran faster than the next, saving his soul in the dusty night
She dreamed as the light faded, a sugared milky dream
Of blossom in the Eastern streets blowing through her hair
Like sweet cherry confetti settling soft into each gold strand
And she stirs, smiling as he caressed her head and whispers
Of blossom in the Eastern streets blowing through her hair
Like sweet cherry confetti settling soft into each gold strand
And she stirs, smiling as he caressed her head and whispers
Protecting her from the cobalt night, her cotton candy world
And he gazes, protecting her sleep, the guardian of her dreams.
