Living with time in the back of your mind
Moving through the salt and surf
Drifting on fault lines of reason and rhyme
When you circle the earth
Watching the tide on the long mountainside
With nodding sighs
Rolling through brine out of space out of sight
Of leering eyes
Falling through the needle's eye
(Oh I, oh I)
Touching the keys of the whispered divine
(Oh I, oh I)
There's the loosing of fire from the brand in the briar
Of warring climes
There's the wither of the lyre as the elements tire
In worlds unkind
But I look to you and the world is alive
On the long mountainside
Catching the wind and on its back we ride
Toward the sky
Falling through the needle of your eyes
(Oh I, oh I)
Touching your skin to feel the warmth of your sighs
(Oh I, oh I)