Innocenza Cetra

Innocenza Cetra
A hundreds coloured yarns are in your hand
You weave them into beds
Where thoughts will sleep and rest
Sunset draws the curtains and the
Night reveals a secret in your ear
The view is now so clear
Disorder disappears
Moonlight seeping through the ceiling

A hundreds coloured yarns are in your hand
You weave them into beds
Where we can sleep and rest
Let me speak a secret in your ear
The view can be so clear
Confusion disappears
Blue thoughts are out of here