Closest to your eyes i wipe the rainstorms on your face,the fields of gold rising behind you-the sweet honeysuckle smell fills the air up at night-as you kiss my lips.Rainbows as colourfull as they come are on your mind...Stuck in a pit a great big hole,where in the open air the doves fly with love.What you long for are the sweetberries,flowers and butterflys again.Open heart once again you see the sun rising between confusing footsteps...