milk + honey = sleeping baby

Clutching onto my middle afternoon escape under an early moon
A subtle glimpse into the future just sinks into the distance
The wind is blowing tunnels
Until my ears fall off from all the anticipated beauty
From your silhouette inside my lucky eye's periphery
And i can't understand why idle hands still exist

You know you're all i need to keep this conscious clean in your dreams
I'll see you, I'll meet you at the tree where the light focuses its attention
On lifting up your sadness
Keeping your heart afire
I hear the words sustain all fuzzy sentiments
Set the pieces into place ingesting all that milk and honey
Now look at our precious sleeping baby

So jump and kick through all the dusty rooms
Let's summon back and heal that love
Neglect the apprehensions of insanity
You're perfectly suited with style
I won't believe in your books
Until the numbers in the stars are the same

Someone call her name to butter and lubricate I'm dying
I'm turning blue your glass is as full as mine
Let's clink them to a reason and I'll keep strumming out these patterns and singing out of tune
Until my hands fall off from flashing lights in this confetti
Let's turn this world around digesting all that milk and honey
Now look we're all just sleeping babies

OH NO! there's crystal drops in your eyes
You know i just can't stand to see you cry
You say the taste of a tomato has a symmetry
It's perfectly sweetened with style
It's in the holy book and they eat them in the stars just the same

Yes I'll find a way to make it through the night
Let's summon back and heal that love
Tomorrow will be just a passing day
Perfectly suited with you i still believe in our love
Cuz the numbers in the stars are the same