Texty: The New York Room. Baby Blue.

as I gaze
I cannot decide
the calming waves
the tender tide
cool and blue the water
round and blue the sky
to which do we aspire?
should we swim,
or should we fly (x2)
we will let your kiss
for us decide

should we ride
the butterfly
stirring in the breeze
or drink the tears
the seahorse cries
softly from her cheeks

dare we climb
or merely cry

no promises
no wrong or right
on borrowed wings
of falcon flight
close and cold the waves
the sky so for and wide
from what is it we hide
should we swim
or should we fly (x2)
we will let your kiss
for us decide

should we ride
the butterfly
stirring in the breeze
or drink the tears
the seahorse cries
softly from her cheeks

dare we climb
or merely cry