Here's a movie slowly moving

There is music in the distance

I hear nothing but the past

Like a fist I'm slowly closing

As I dance and fall like rain

It's coming down in black and white

It's coming down as somthing else

Something that nobody claims



Woman with the golden eye

Can see futher then the sky

Woman with the golden eye

Can see futher then the sky



Like a love that never ended

The fundamental mood of why

I hear the grass and trees are-a-singing

And voices in another room

As I dance and rise like heaven

Return into a sunken dream

The center of a hurricane is free of guilt and safe of pain



Woman with the golden eye

Can see futher then the sky

Woman with the golden eye

Can see futher then the sky

The center of a hurricane is free of guilt and safe of pain

The center of a hurricane is free of guilt and safe of pain