Cliffs of Santa Barbara
Take me back to the cliffs of Santa Barbara
Where light from your emerald eyes, swept the mist from the morning skies
Where we laughed, with a sense of satisfaction
To the sound of the endless waves
That seemed to swell as your breath took shape
At the cliffs of Santa Barbara
It wasn't much of a room but it had a lemon tree
Out back you said to me
You said each moment it fits like a key
You take it and turn it, it opens the door to your state of disbelief
Where the past and the future meet
In which the love that you seek is now found in the hand that you're holding
Take me back to the cliffs of Santa Barbara
Where light from your emerald eyes, swept the mist from the morning skies
Where we laughed, with a sense of satisfaction
To the sound of the endless waves
That seemed to swell as your breath took shape
At the cliffs of Santa Barbara
The moon hit the Santa Ynez on the night of the good rain
I was asleep when it finally came
And I dreamt of a horses' white mane
That blew in the wind as its rider swept in holding tightly to its reigns
And as the rider's face came to view, I could see that the rider was you
And your eyes were the light in the darkness that eased the earth
Where light from your emerald eyes, swept the mist from the morning skies
Where we laughed, with a sense of satisfaction
To the sound of the endless waves
That seemed to swell as your breath took shape
At the cliffs of Santa Barbara
It wasn't much of a room but it had a lemon tree
Out back you said to me
You said each moment it fits like a key
You take it and turn it, it opens the door to your state of disbelief
Where the past and the future meet
In which the love that you seek is now found in the hand that you're holding
Take me back to the cliffs of Santa Barbara
Where light from your emerald eyes, swept the mist from the morning skies
Where we laughed, with a sense of satisfaction
To the sound of the endless waves
That seemed to swell as your breath took shape
At the cliffs of Santa Barbara
The moon hit the Santa Ynez on the night of the good rain
I was asleep when it finally came
And I dreamt of a horses' white mane
That blew in the wind as its rider swept in holding tightly to its reigns
And as the rider's face came to view, I could see that the rider was you
And your eyes were the light in the darkness that eased the earth
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Dillard
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