Gonna

Your gonna slip into a dream,
And i'm going to join you under teh sheets.
When the sheets are lifted
Sparkles will slip and lie over your head,
Casting the spell i could never for you,
To twist and have butterflies and beuty fly outwards.

I'll sit with you and wonder how you could stay,
As the goldern blackened flickered wings flutter above the beuty promising you more.
As the cast changes to blue,
The waved cover you and i float high,

Your gonna slip.

That spell is never going to leave you when you wkae up,
You'll go, I know.
It turns to pink and images golden hair and strings of blue fly by,
Rosy pink to hide the red shed from me.

Your gonna go.

The green of teh new will turn us around.
Again sparkles will lie over you.
I'll leave before you wake, that spell will never leave-the one i could never cast,
And you'll be gone.