Cool cool breeze, rivers flow below
The darkened room is closing down
A light emblazoned within a breast
Extracting from the sun
My hand is reaching for the stars
Your hand is swooping lowA long long journey, withering heights
A goal dead center clear, A lamp is here
To guide the way, far away yet so close
These words I know are bound and stuckThese words I know are bound and stuck
But use them much I know we must
To paint a collage blue and gold
To touch each others touchI clasp invisible motion waves
Of stories from your house
Your eyes look like emeralds
With you, Im in no danger
Your eyes look like emeralds
With you, Im in no dangerAnd if I die before you go
And if I cannot reach youll know
A bird of feathers white as snow
I'll send beyond the breachMy message will endow it strong
This journey's one way ticket long
Ill tell you in the silent zone
The story of The Moor
Songwriters
Peter John MurphyPublished by
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