Your Nature - Hothouse Flowers

You sang so softly

I closed my eyes

Like snowfall on the water

I, the only child

You had been walking

And your skin was cold

You took the night with you

And I was enthralled

By the power of the light

And the sound of the changing tide of your nature

And it was evening, I saw my breath

I was needing to hear your tenderness

I was blinded by the sight

The power of the changing tide of your nature

Stay singing softly

You take me home

Like a slow boat on the water

Like an old stone

I was blinded by the sight

And the power of the changing tide

Blinded by the night

The sweet sound of the changing tide of your nature