كلمات Beg

Inside my ancient dreams your lips are the rolling sea your arms forever cradle me Soft pillow cloud of mine I soak your fortune in All light and rain you once have been I beg the sky...I beg the moon May I become your wings May I become your wings My feathered carriage waits for me in your longing wake Deliver me from my heart's ache And when my silver moon shall turn to a softer blue perhaps I will have rescued you I beg the sky...I beg the moon May I become your wings May I become your wings I beg the sky I beg the moon May I become your wings May I become your wings