You make my chestfeel fullof clouds and starsand cosmosAnd really really deep purplelike wineAnd the stars dripdown into the oceanand the waves walk to shoreand put clothes onand call themselves...Well, I know what I call youAnd I'll hold thatin my chest tooas I watch the wavesretreat and dissipatefrom me once againAnd the warm sun willturn the grass green againand I won't wear shoes,not if I d...