The Waltz

Planet Funk

You're calling her with rings of gold 
Gold bleeding from the stars 
It's pouring like jewels 
Pouring from the moon 
From her eyes 
Cascading around your feet 
It wraps inside your fingers 

You feel it from the shining sun 
The blinding shining sun 
You feel it from the shining sun 
It takes you an a journey across the stone 
It's the oldest stone 
You feel it damp beneath your feet 
The dew on the grass it soathes your tired feet 

From her eyes 
Cascading around your feet 
It wraps inside your fingers 

You feel it from the shining sun 
The blinding shining sun 
You feel it from the shining sun 
It takes you an a journey across the stone 

You feel it damp beneath your feet 
Like dew on the grass it soathes your tired feet