Unwind

[thurston] Lay down your lucky hand, upon her heart Morning becomes a kite, tangled up in stars Laugh in the midday light, and leave - it behind Move out into his sundry eyes, and sing, unwind Hang down your lucky head, a sign to time Morning becomes the sun, for the dandy line Sooner than the midday light, we leave behind Love is out into the sundry light, you sing, unwind