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