You’re filling up my daydreams You’re a spiritual salve I’m dizzy, you’re intoxicating When I see you I hear bells So I climb into the attic Pull the sheet off of the canvas To paint a picture of your essence A bundle of hyacinths…
This lighthouse needs a keeper It goes searching in the night I saw you grinning from the top sail Letting the waves act as your guide I met you at the staircase With a pink ribbon in your hair Then I lead you to the ballroom and we danced like We’d been practicing for years…
You’re a wedding ceremony Something timeless made of lace Your music box heart’s always winding Ringing a smile across your face So I climb into the attic Pull the sheet off of the canvas To paint a picture of your essence A bundle of hyacinths
A bundle of hyacinths A bundle of hyacinths A bundle of hyacinths A bundle of hyacinths A bundle of hyacinths A bundle of hyacinths