Paroles de November 1987

I move between the stones. From here the flood will rise. I’ll teach you how the road bends, it curves to meet the sky. The flood will rise. I move around these dark entries. I was forced to stay behind. I’ll teach you how the road bends, it curves to meet the sky. What wonders will you show me from here to fading dawn? Here I walk, this is the door. And the flower blazes in my throat. This is the world I know. I travel on the breeze. Pass through them like hope. And the flower blazes in my throat.