Sky, so vast is the sky With far away clouds just wandering by Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling Stories that no one believes Stories of love belong to you and me Oh Dindi if I only had words I would

I've been seeing angels In my living room That have walked the sun And have slept on the moon Covered in the fragrance Of their own perfume Telling me the stories Stories coming true

There is fiction in the space between Sometimes a lie is the best thing The lines on your page of memories Write it down but it doesn't mean You're not just telling stories You and reality You will do and say anything To make your everyday life