[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