Where Your Mind Wants To Go - Blonde Redhead, Ludovico Einaudi

If you had an hour

Would you find the flower?

Or a fruit that’s sour?

If you had an hour

Time is what you needed

If I wake you, you might feel too light

Love is what you seeded

That’s where your mind wants to go

Seeded to be weeded

By your quiet father

Or your doting mother

Everywhere you look for me

Clouded fields of misted stills

Everything falls in between

Are you not a dreamer?

Are you not a dreamer?

If you had the power

If I had the power

I would give you an hour

If it’s not me or you, then why?

If it’s not me or you, then why?