Lyrics

Colors on my dreaming place changing hueSun that hugs the farm and faceto window through the dewMoon has baked her morningand weaving ‘round my hairComes the sound of laughter wafting up the stairNear a hallowed place I know rivers flowStanding under emptinesswhere rippling reeds can growPeace can drift right through meand aching now to flyWaking wings and birds ignite the skySliver-silver-crystal-sprig-white desireOver fields of summer ring the bells of Saint SereneAre you sleeping? Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?Cussing through a stoplight race I can’t loseChatter on a desperate faceand greasy daily newsHide me and deny youin hazy noonday lightAnger lust and loving to be rightThicken-swallow-brown grey nut-dust and fireThrough the towns of winterring the bells of Saint SereneAre you sleeping? Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Composed, arranged, and produced by J S Kingfisher. Performed by J S Kingfisher and members of the Sacramento Symphony. Recorded at Moon Studios by Gary Woltman in Sacramento; mixed at Devonshire Studios by Greg Townley in North Hollywood. Mastered by Doug Sax at The Mastering Lab.  
Copyright © 2013 J S Kingfisher. All rights reserved.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~