I like to call in the morning, sleep passing slow

I like to hear your breathing, heavy and low

In my mind is a field made up of dreams

Softest grass and arbors of apple trees

Here I was made for you

Here I was made for you

Far above the sea I found darkness inside of me

Fearful and free, as untethered as I could be

In this space, I was floating higher than air

All out of place but I found that I couldn’t care

Here I was made for you

Here I was made for you

Where is my field of dreams I almost need to givе up

I am empty endlessly but maybе I am enough

I’m enough

I find my peace with dirt and clay in my nails

Shameless ease in mornings eager and pale

In my dreams I know darkness softness and light

Would you believe I’m no longer scared of the night?