I will not look in your direction I will not be so enthralled, here You're in the sands of my confessions If you catch I will fall silouette like a doll So throw out the sand quilt It burned alone You're caught in her swift redemption of her plump eyes And you remember these moments Speaking softly in her ear Getting lost in the dark curls And the purfume of her hair Laa Laa Lay under a sand quilt I turn to you I'm caught in a swift redemption yeah Like I'm fourteen and staring at the moon