My love, don't sleep so tight.
The stars will comb the sky.
I’ll watch you through the night.
Big dreams Small people. Call it oversight
All the dangerous people, they're a million miles may.
That's a line in exaggeration for something I need to say
All the past is history and Men Like Monkeys was the song,
And this couldn't he wiped cut by a nuclear bomb.
Then you stand up like a mountain.
My thoughts are washed away.
Seconds pass but who's counting?
There's no need to rhyme with mountain.
It's an idea.
A strength Large feeling Small person in a wind
A wind that's blowing