Texty: Tim Buckley. She Is.

She is the day that gives me time to live and linger love my life
Till night comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzled pantomime
She is a day of love

She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow
All spinning surging far below along the deep and ending straights
She is a bridge of love

She is the air I breathe entranced, awake, asleep in ?star??? calm
A wind to wash my lifted palm, a sky that calls me out to dance
She is the air of love

She is the day through which I walk toward the bridge where she stands
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands

She is a smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze
A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn
She is a smile of love
She is the air of love
She is the day of love