ROCK BOTTOM UP  

When are you going to come to bed?

When are you going to rest your head next to mine?

Loving, dreaming, Sublime?

Your heavy heart clasped to your legs

Heaves you up so fast you faint through the floor

to a dark firmament.

A living Hell of torrid fear

You’re calling for anyone to hear your pleas

Please, please, Please!

Why are you in this place?

It’s called a fallen Grace

You say ‘ Get me out of here.’

Crawling sideways, back, You glimpse a spark.

Hope to follow this ray of kindness

Out of this deep suffocating dark.

You’re truly on your own,

Your choice is to make a choice.

Stay with me for the ride 

I’ll be here right by your side

I am your love So know.. 

You have a chance to be

You have a right to be

You have a gift to be…

Free like a bird flying high from the City,

Migrating from your mind

Whilst you can watch time move through you.

Spread your wings and relax,

Stay with me for a while,

I’ll be here right by your side

I am your Love,

ooooohhh, 

I am your Love,

mm mm mm mm mm mm mmm.

Photo: Milo Cawthorne