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