Towering Trees - Sleep Party People

Trembling cold lips

My reflection’s in the sea

It’s getting tucked in

Shimmering stars and morning dew

A faint wind cold ahead

A sweet gleam against the (char?/child?/charm?)

A (?) feeling appeared

(Let it go)

Fooling around under

A blanket of wool soft as her skin

Shivering hands and above

Follows (?)

A faint wind cold ahead

A swing leaned against a (char?/child?/charm?)

A (?) feeling appeared

(Let it go)