The May Song – The GatheringBy I’m waiting for your handsTo fold around my wristI’m mellowing in warm grassAnd the scent of you I’ve missedAnd blue is representingThe draft in my heartI’m wandering through thin skiesAnd the transparent air I’ve missedPale is my faceYou might want to colourWhile I breatheI’m following large drops of rainWith my eyes on the sight of you I’ve missedPale is my faceYou might want to colourWhile I breathe www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20