N the coldest hour something's going down Whatever pierced the heart it didn't make a sound I am terrified but I'm not losing sleep If I'm falling then I'm falling at her feet I'm leaving america, I'm taking a girl I'm selling my soul again, I'm gaining the world Every sense defies this impossible dream None of the history books describe what I've seen
The rose, the breath, the undying spark The lotus heart's open, embracing the dark The uncharted road is the not-coming-back The language I speak is the words that I lack The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars Well I know your name or recognise your face Or by what means I'll be delivered from this place Here comes the gun, there goes the flash Once the bullet leaves it's never coming back
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl And every detail embodies the world What kind of goals define this impossible dream None of the picture-books reflect all I've seen I'm leaving america, I'm taking the girls I'm far from the future and ambush the world
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl And every detail embodies the world What kind of goals define this impossible dream None of the history books describe where I've been I'm leaving america, I'm taking a girl I'm far from the future and ambush the world
Compositor: David Alan Batt (David Sylvian) ECAD: Obra #4282793