Sunslinger

A pocket in the clouds stows away the sun.
She's hiding from the sky, her voice will be sung.
When I listen everyday to the colours that I see.
She asks me for my name and I ask them the same.
And she's a loaded sun, slinging the hearts she's won.
'Cause you're a loaded sun, slinging the hearts you've won.
Whittle at the thought of losing all control.
Putting on your socks but taking off your feet.
Walk towards the bridge where water touches sky.
She sets into the sea and leaves us to believe.
It's not like what we've read before, so much we have yet to explore.