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 low
A long long journey Wuthering 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 stuck
These 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 touch I clasp invisible motion waves Of stories from your house Your eyes look like emeralds With you I'm in no danger Your eyes look like emeralds With you I'm in no danger
And if I die before you go And if I cannot reach you'll know A bird of feathers white as snow I'll send beyond the breach My message will endow it strong This journey's one way ticket long I'll tell you in the silent zone The story of The Moor