Do you feel it in the warmth of her breath?
Do you feel it in the warmth of her breast?
I’m bound here
Do you feel it in the blink of an eye?
A sight worth holding onto until you die
I feel it in the warmth of a morning
I hear it in the wake of a dawning
It will touch you and consume you without warning
Sienna, Sienna, Sienna
Winter’s white noise has passed
Poor little monster tongue, sleeping
Tripping over the light was fantastic
Can’t believe we made it here
Sienna, Sienna, Sienna
