In the misty woods, you lay down beneath meOur music turned to symphony of light and songIt floated like the breeze, but windsongs never last too longThe players have fell out of key - the feeling's goneBy a windy sea, dolphins laughed as we made loveSeagulls circled up above; their cry was sadTurning to stoneLike the sky that's caught my soulCaptured me and won't let goNow that the gulls have flownWe all dance alone on a tightrope of insanityReality or fantasy; who really knows?But in the misty woods, as I gu?ssed into your emerald ?yesI thought I found an answer in your sighsBut the gulls had flown