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It suddenly feels like a new year,

Like I’m a million miles away from here.

I can see some kind of light here,

Although I can’t name it.

I want to talk about moonlight,

I want to talk about the wild child, you know,

That real wild one, dancing alone

In the middle of the whirlpool.

Spinning tales about silence,

About radio silence,

About some kind of asylum

In the middle of an empty field full of danger.

It’s strange I don’t feel like I’m a stranger;

I feel like I belong here,

I feel like I’ve been waiting for a long time,

And now I can tell you some stories,

Stories about the madmen,

Stories about the dream-child,

You know, that real wild one,

Who dance alone

In the middle of the whirlpool.

And I can tell you about silence,

About radio silence,

About some kind of asylum

In the middle of an empty field full of danger.

If you want it…

This is a postcard

Saying I’m alright in this beautiful city,

This is a phone call

Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here,

But the telephone lines are cut,

My hands can’t hold the paper –

You are on my mind…

Nobody knows your name here,

Except when the moon is out.

And then they toss in their sleep

Crying out for you to take them,

But me I cannot sleep,

I cannot dream,

My heart is shattered –

You are on my mind…

Once seven colors used to make a man blind,

And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire,

Precise, like sunrise,

A child just like any other,

Made of the bones of the earth,

Fragile and deathless.

Yes, I’m alright,

I’m a church,

And I’m burning down.

You are on my mind…

Your eyes are colored like wind,

The Wind from the northern sea.

A wave on the sand so clear,

Whoever got me that far must be laughing;

Alright, I can laugh as well.

So sweet is your touch,

May I never go free,

But I’m breaking away

To return unbound,

And I hear the sound

Behind my shoulder

Like the shape of the swan, gliding,

And when the trees are bare,

There will be nowhere to return to

But we stay, believing.

Your eyes are colored like wind…

Bringing incredible news

I don’t know if I’m ready,

Does it matter?

Whoever cut me that deep,

I love you.

And here I stand, transfixed,

Listening to the sound of the wind.

Sitting in a corner

In my castle made of single-malt and smoke

With all my friends around me.

And I love them «till I choke

And I watch you dance with someone,

Someone not even there,

And you’re simple as in sacrilege,

And you are pure as in player.

Somewhere there’s a point of no resistance,

But we make sure there’s no getting there.

And we’re beautiful when we’re animals

But so easily scared.

And I cannot even talk to you

Stricken down as a hunter to its prey,

Sliding down, down this hill of glass again,

And there’s nothing I can say.

I guess it’s just the time

I guess it’s just the time

I guess it’s just the time

And I will see you when the time is over.

And then the northern wind calls,

And then curtains part,

And then the castle wall falls,

And there’s an arrow in my heart.

There’s only one way out of prison

Which is to set your jailer free.

But then, it’s just another bunch of pretty words

That stand between the sailor and the sea.

So forgive me, though I know you never will

Battered by your pride,

And so I’m locked again within these castle walls,

And you freeze alone outside.

I guess it’s just the time

I guess it’s just the time

I guess it’s just the time

And I will see you when the time is over.

Now that the summer is gone,

Snow’s on the ground.

I sought and I found,

I know what I found is true.

But the bitter gray sky

Fades into silence,

Only the fire is left.

And some say it’s not enough

To carry us through.

Days of apple bloom white,

Silver and steel,

Tales of webs

Spun around a careless heart.

I dream of the snow-white seagulls,

Crying to show me the way,

But I will stay here with you,

And nothing will ever come

To tear us apart.

Look into my eyes sister,

No harm will come to you.

Look into my eyes sister,

No harm will come to you.

I hear that voice again

I hear that voice again

Seems so simple now,

Now that the sky is clear,

Maybe the road was tough

But at last we’re here

I’ve nothing to hide from you,

Nothing to explain,

Just this vision of broken wing,

And the raven cries in pain.

I hear that voice again

I hear that voice again

If darkness surrounds you,

I’ll be the fire

To guard your sleep.

If there’s nothing to stand on,

I will lay myself beneath your feet,

I will show the world to you

And this world will have no stain.

Just hold me now,

Hold me close,

Don’t let me go,

But close your eyes

And look away…

I hear that voice again

Hello sweet victory,

So nice meeting you here

Mmm, Mmm

So strange when you think about it.

I never did anything out of my way,

I just strayed…

Out in the fields of my love

Out in the fields of my love

Out in the fields of my love

Well met and thank you

I’m glad you taught me so well.

It was fun being around for a while,

So sad you have to stay here

Or can you spread out your wings and fly with me…

Out in the fields of my love

Out in the fields of my love

Out in the fields of my love

This is a dangerous tale

Of oxygen and flame,

Tale of running away.

Nowhere to run,

All I can see is you –

Visions of water in the desert sun.

Stay…

Things gonna get real slow today

Things gonna get real slow today

Takes one prisoner,

Takes one to show him the way,

Then comes this lesson in natural history.

And these ladies are laughing at me,

Can I join the fun?

I know I’m haunted, keeps the flame bright;

I guess I can say I’m alright,

Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart,

Well, anyway…

And some people say that

We shouldn’t cross this line,

But there is no line,

Only the sky,

I want to see you smile,

Want to feel us get up and fly,

Shouldn’t we?

Things gonna get real slow today

Things gonna get real slow today

Takes one prisoner,

Takes one to show him the way,

Then comes this lesson in natural history.

This city is on fire tonight,

Sweet forest fire silent and unseen,

The sleepers awaken.

Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me.

Some people say you’re not here anymore

But your trees stand proud

And laugh and let them pass

So mischievous and holy;

And this is a question I’ll never want to ask.

There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.

There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.

I am your child, mother,

Crying to be consoled.

I recognize you now,

Do you recognize me?

There’s a part of me that wants to be silent,

Immersed in your movement,

Stung by your grace.

And here is your song, and I’ll sing it,

I’m coming home,

I’ve never been away.

There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.

There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.

I am your child, mother,

Crying for you to console me.

Now that I know you,

Do you recognize me?

There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing.

Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.

I am your child, mother,

Crying to be consoled.

Now that I know you,

Recognize me!