my own arms I cannot let go till you are... And I am on a stage A thousand eyes on me I will tell them, Albertine I will tell them, Albertine
Love, where is your fire? I?ve been sittin? here smokin? away Makin? signals with sticks and odd ends and bits But still there?s no sign of a flame Imposters
Walking, stumbling on these shadow feet Toward home, a land that I?ve never seen I am changing, less and less asleep Made of different stuff than when
Friend, it?s getting late We should be going We?ve been sat here beneath These flickering neons for hours While I am cracking their code You are deciphering
If I find in myself desires Nothing in this world can satisfy I can only conclude that I I was not made for here If the flesh that I fight is at best
There?s distance in the air And I cannot make it leave I wave my arms ?round about me And blow with all my might I cannot sense You close Though I know
[instrumental] There are no lyrics to this song, as it is an add on, or 'epilogue' to the C.S. Lewis song. This song is an instrumental piece.
In the autumn on the ground Between the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons While a north wind blows through I watch as lovers
If to distant lands I scatter If I sail to farthest seas Would You find and firm and gather ?Til I only dwell in Thee? If I flee from greenest pastures
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech That turned to mine and asked belligerently What do I live
own arms I cannot let go till you are And I am on a stage, a thousand eyes on me I will tell them, Albertine I will tell them, Albertine
Your eyes are full, full of the future of us The air changes as you look across At me in that wondering way It is as if I knew you before we spoke Do
Night, field of stars above us You pick one, we frame it with Our fingers intertwined Seeds of every generation Between our hands And the promise to
own arms I cannot let go till you are... And I am on a stage A thousand eyes on me I will tell them, Albertine I will tell them, Albertine
If i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here If the felsh that i fight is at best
(Instrumental)
There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave i wave my arms' round about me and blow with all my might I cannot sense you close, though I know
