Raynbird Street

Stolen thoughts insignificant rest inside me
You and me and the healing sea
Is my behaviour forgiven deceit?
I forgot who I was on Raynbird Street

Ooh, will I open my eyes to this?
Me and you , just a fantasy playfully missed
It so true – we are nothing but a tiny kiss of time,
Nothing but a tiny kiss of time


Borrowed for generations – the way it will be,
You and me shade beneath this tree
Is all my wonder stagnant belief?
Emerging to life – on Raynbird Street

And the place you exist is still strange to me
In the crossing of paths is out mystery
And I challenge the view to out-staring defeat
I opened my eyes on Raynbird Street

Words and music (c) Helen Turner
Published by Bad Bear ltd