Letra de Spirit
The clouds hanging low on the mountains at dawn
Like an old t-shirt thrown on a chair
My dreams shimmer there on the edge of the day
Like an old t-shirt thrown on a chair
My dreams shimmer there on the edge of the day
And I long to remain unaware
But the light and the clock and the weight and the noise
Slide back into place in my chest
I cannot lie still in the swirling of time
And words will allow me no rest
You stand just past the edge of the light I can see
You speak and I struggle to hear it
I long to explain but I can't find the words
It's right there on the tip of my spirit
I swim through the street, I lean through the haze
I push through the current and tide
Straining to hear the soft voice in the wind
A memory, an omen or sign
I bow to the night at the end of the land
And the undertow pulls on my feet in the sand
You stand just past the edge of the light I can see
You speak and I struggle to hear it
I long to explain but I can't find the words
It's right there on the tip of my spirit
I wrestle and roll with these angels
We're gasping for breath through our tears
I struggle and spin
Awake again
And I find I'm the only one here
You stand just past the edge of the light I can see
You speak and I struggle to hear it
I long to explain but I can't find the words
It's right there on the tip of my spirit
But the light and the clock and the weight and the noise
Slide back into place in my chest
I cannot lie still in the swirling of time
And words will allow me no rest
You stand just past the edge of the light I can see
You speak and I struggle to hear it
I long to explain but I can't find the words
It's right there on the tip of my spirit
I swim through the street, I lean through the haze
I push through the current and tide
Straining to hear the soft voice in the wind
A memory, an omen or sign
I bow to the night at the end of the land
And the undertow pulls on my feet in the sand
You stand just past the edge of the light I can see
You speak and I struggle to hear it
I long to explain but I can't find the words
It's right there on the tip of my spirit
I wrestle and roll with these angels
We're gasping for breath through our tears
I struggle and spin
Awake again
And I find I'm the only one here
You stand just past the edge of the light I can see
You speak and I struggle to hear it
I long to explain but I can't find the words
It's right there on the tip of my spirit
DAVID MALLETT
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