One Night to be Confused

Lying on the grass watching the clouds pass us by, The Zephyr Song and Heartbeats playing faintly in the background as I slowly drift off into those soft clouds of sleep; into delightful drowsiness that at any moment would be closed off by total oblivion. I could not ask for a better way to spend my morning.

Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more then ever
And in this perfect weather
Well find a place together
In the water where the scent of my emotion
All the world will pass me by
Fly away on my zephyr
Well find a place together