Letras
Stillness in the rye field
Except the peaks of the grass
I'm taking my break under the sun
I'm laying back under the silk tree
Close my eyes, I dream
The misty castle green
Tower in the trees
I dreamt of Genevieve
The myth in the mirror's gleam
And I leave her behind
As the shade rolls in, and my tears turn
To feed the chrysalis in the tree beside, ooh
Hours in the day
Having footsteps on the ridge
I'm piling my sand
Remembering your face in Orion, ooh
I'm on the plateau with my muse
He acts the wise woman's keys
Laughing in the breeze
And I begin to explain
Friar's lantern on the wall
Candle flames like headlights in the glass
Coming down from the furthest pass
The sweet essence of the time I left
Ooh, ooh
Hours in the day
Having footsteps on the ridge
I'm piling my sand
Remembering your face in Orion, ooh
And I begin to cross the plain in its flood
With my walking stick, I check the depths of my grief
Standing as water
I must dive down
Ooh, ooh, ooh
