Soft Prison
here I sit
watching the water slide over stone
here in your memory
I watch the water slide over stone
I'm sitting here in your memory
watching the water slide over stone

your memory which seems almost real
this stone this water which seem so unreal
far from the soft prison of your eyes
everything excites
your memory excites
watching the slabs of water slide over stone

I sit swept away in your memory
unable to hold the water back
swept away in your memory
unable to hold the water back
swept away
unable to hold the water back
the rush
in my head
(c)  Mitch Rayes