Cat

In a field of sound, her heart beats not deep underground. A thousand players wide, a dazzling and rapturous sight
Could nobody want to be free?
I guess I was born too late to see the world as green and not as grey
Yet still she twirls through air. A'ribboning; a sweet sillage of her comes to help me sleep
Why won’t you wake? Why won’t you come? Where are you love?
Catalonia, She's my favourite girl. Caught in her hair, Catalonia
All the sense of her a illuminates an ageless scent of love
The sweetness of her song elucidates all things that I forgot in my hazy sleep
Catalonia, she's my favourite girl, my baby; everything she said, everything she made
There is fire in her veins, though slain her body lies
When the bird takes flight, all things will drench in its light should tomorrow come
It will, it must, for to let me sleep