Looking for light
Looking for things hidden out of sight
Finding what just might
set me free tonight

Counting the sparks
I read a dose of your love
like the evening news
as I seek the secrets of the turtle and the dove
my feet start to move

Flowers bloom under the gaze
of the woman tending the pine tree loom
as children play at her feet
creating art and clothes from rags
and tags along the way
She looks up when she hits a snag
and the music starts to play
a spritely tune

What will it take to make my
room living next Saturday afternoon

Counting the sparks
I read a dose of your love
as I seek the secrets of the turtle and the dove

Send me a sign so I'll know I'm in time
conjure it from the fireplace
conjure it from red wine

Counting the sparks
I read a dose of your love
as I seek the secrets and the
blessings of the turtle and the dove