when the sun sheens down over me,
i don’t pick up that Heaven’s shine.
is there anything there to see?
i would be shocked if there would be
a shadow cast that you could find
when the sun sheens down over me.
in summer winds i saw your glee
and wondered if i’d catch your eye.
is there anything there to see?
in summer winds i should be free,
but vacant thoughts make tighter binds
when the sun sheens down over me.
and so i walk into the sea,
and you will think, looking behind,
“is there anything there to see?”
under the sun I cannot be,
because heaven is in my mind.
is there anything there to see
when the sun sheens down over me?
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