There may come a time When you'll be tired As tired as a dream that wants to die And further to fly Further to fly Further to fly Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love That you discover accidentally Who falls against you gently As a pickpocket Brushes your thigh Further to fly
Effortless music from the cameroons The spinning darkness of her hair A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere The open palm of desire Wants everything It wants everything It wants everything
Sometimes I'll be walking down The street and I'll be thinking Am I crazy Or is this some morbid little lie Further to fly Further to fly Further to fly
A recent loss of memory A shadow in the family The baby waves bye-bye I'm trying, I'm flying
There may come a time When I will lose you Lose you as I lose my light Days falling backward into velvet night The open palm of desire Wants everything It wants everything It wants soil as soft as summer And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh a broken fever Take it up with the great deceiver Who looks you in the eye And says baby don't cry Further to fly
There may come a time When I will lose you Lose you as I lose my sight Days falling backward into velvet night The open palm of desire The rose of jericho Soil as soft as summer The strength to let you go
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