There may come a time

When you'll be tired


As tired as a dream


That wants to die




And further to fly


Further to fly

Further to fly


Further to fly




Maybe you will find a love


That you discover accidentally


Who falls against you gently

As a pickpocket brushes your thigh





Further to fly




Effortless music from the Cameroons


The spinning darkness of her hair

A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere


The open palm of desire wants everything


It wants everything, it wants everything




Sometimes I'll be walking down


The street and I'll be thinking

Am I crazy


Or is this some morbid little lie




Further to fly


Further to fly


Further to fly




A recent loss of memory


A shadow in the family

The baby waves bye-bye


I'm trying, I'm flying




There may come a time


When I will lose you

Lose you as I lose my light


Days falling backward into velvet night



The open palm of desire


Wants everything, it wants everything

It wants soil as soft as summer


And the strength to push like spring



A broken laugh, a broken fever


Take it up with the great deceiver

Who looks you in the eye

And says baby don't cry




Further to fly




There may come a time

When I will lose you

Lose you as I lose my sight

Days falling backward into velvet night




The open palm of desire

The rose of Jericho


Soil as soft as summer

The strength to let you go