you were my secondary all night i dreamt like a dove woke up in a mirage of tomorrow and now i m seasoned as a swan oh only twice i dreamt of a low tide but i couldn t see your eyes sang to you with the loving that was language silence retreated with a yawn into the space beyond the echo where i can breathe with the dawn oh say goodnight to bring about the dying light in my own device oh sent my way laughing doves full of sound and then i woke up to you laughing it s waht i felt for so long no more worries of tomorrow in the time when we ll be so young oh say goodnight to bring about the dying light in my own device oh sent our way laughing our way back home oh ho the seasons of standing in the sea wondering if secondary swan will come with me oh ho my lady she s coming back to me and the weather from her eyes is my sorrow and my pride  