Towards The Skies

If I wake up next
My eyes up towards the skies
Cool as yet
I face the blue

Cold I sniff
July is where my body lies
But in my mind
I am with you

There was no sun this morning
There is no time for mourning
There is no sense in meaning
Only the signs of love
Love

There was no sun this morning
There is no time for mourning
There is no sense in meaning
Only the signs of love
Love