Lady Of The Lake

Morning, velvet, crystal broken edged with scarlet
Hand me down upon the sea
Melting golden flesh is cracked and spilled in gardens
Circles grow on me
Fly beyond (or perhaps me out), fly beyond
Beyond what will be
Fly beyond, fly beyond
Beyond what will be

Will the morning I see, one day come to me?
You will turn it, nothing is the key
She's a lady of the lake
Wrapped in the Sun
With the summer in her hands
Owing no one
And the flashing of her eyes
Life is bigger, ah!
Da da!

Will the morning I see, one day come to me?
You will turn it, nothing is the key
She's a lady of the lake
Wrapped in the Sun
From her features and her fame [?]
Flowing to one [?]
And the burning of her breath
Time is under, ah!

Morning, velvet, crystal broken edged with scarlet
Hand me down upon the sea
Melting golden flesh is cracked and spilled in gardens
Circles grow on me
Fly beyond (or perhaps me out), fly beyond
Beyond what will be
Fly beyond, fly beyond
Beyond what will be