Skies pour forth speech always Your voice in the airways Awake those asleep, Lord whose Only reward is this life here May those seeking not be Put to shame because me Don't let those out looking For you find a dead end instead Light the way with fires A seeking heart inquires To the way you've hand-picked
Find you perfect Set the picnic Dine or just stand far off Counting places on the tablecloth You look like we've all sketched Think it's farfetched Your arms outstretched Avoids kisses and hugs Like a snake with earplugs That ignores the charmer's tune and Stays immune to loving you