BrightEyesIsMe
Bluelighter
I am dreaming again of a place I want to be
I feel the draft air take my hair in motion
It feels kind of like a painting does
The hills are green and the stones are dark
The cliffs are high and mighty
I look off the edge to see the great ocean
The waves are powerful but yet peaceful
I am in a white dress and my feet are bare
I turn around as I hear bagpipes in the background
I see you at the end of a small set trail of pebbles
I walk slowly to you
You take my hands
A man watches us as we stand before him
He speaks of bonding love in Latin
When he is finished you kiss me
You take your horse and pull me up
We run away together
Together on the great Hills of Scotland
As the bagpipes play our union
I feel the draft air take my hair in motion
It feels kind of like a painting does
The hills are green and the stones are dark
The cliffs are high and mighty
I look off the edge to see the great ocean
The waves are powerful but yet peaceful
I am in a white dress and my feet are bare
I turn around as I hear bagpipes in the background
I see you at the end of a small set trail of pebbles
I walk slowly to you
You take my hands
A man watches us as we stand before him
He speaks of bonding love in Latin
When he is finished you kiss me
You take your horse and pull me up
We run away together
Together on the great Hills of Scotland
As the bagpipes play our union
