Gerbera

Glamour is the charm, staring into space, am I the one who is keeping you awake? The clock's in time with the rise of your chest, now our lungs must inflate on new breath to glide on and be counted for.
Zebra crossing lines keep us apart, overstep a shade to put us on par. A matchbox with a view of the coast, the illustration that will never let us stray...away.

Chase fireflies and put them in jars, keep this ablaze and keep me warm. Look at the sky; it's grazing the lights where we came from. Pretty in flames, encircled with fame to some degree, in awe of the sky, it's grazing the lights where we came from.

Outside of the square means the canvas is grey. Stand by the vase with the gerbera's shades, the brilliant orange is tinting your skin, which is the course I choose to make me blend in with you. We own this souvenir.

The set is so red, the field is so blessed. The embers are shining in your eyes, the embers are shining in my eyes.

Written by Chris Yeoman -2003- Nauvoo