Saturday, January 22, 2005
Tomorrow on the Runway
--listen--
--the innocence mission--
Old days, don't come to find me,
the sun is just about to climb up over there.
'While my heart is sinking I do not want my voice
to go out into the air.'
Did you leave the darkness without me?
You're always miles ahead.
And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway.
Oh be the music in my head,
the air around my bed, oh be my rest.
Replace the small disgraces of
the times and places that I never really left.
Did you leave the darkness without me?
You're always miles ahead.
And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway.
Oh I want to fly, fly forward into the light,
be alive, to come alive,
on the leaf-bright Friday drive,
sudden horses at the red light,
turn around, see clearer ways to go now.
--Don't you feel this, deep inside you somewhere? Like you missed your flight home and you're hoping your lover will come back and get you? And you can't even think because you wish he was here, but you can't see him--you can't see anything. And you're waiting for a moment of absolute clarity to come alive in, to turn around and find the footpath that leads back to Him....
--the innocence mission--
Old days, don't come to find me,
the sun is just about to climb up over there.
'While my heart is sinking I do not want my voice
to go out into the air.'
Did you leave the darkness without me?
You're always miles ahead.
And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway.
Oh be the music in my head,
the air around my bed, oh be my rest.
Replace the small disgraces of
the times and places that I never really left.
Did you leave the darkness without me?
You're always miles ahead.
And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway.
Oh I want to fly, fly forward into the light,
be alive, to come alive,
on the leaf-bright Friday drive,
sudden horses at the red light,
turn around, see clearer ways to go now.
--Don't you feel this, deep inside you somewhere? Like you missed your flight home and you're hoping your lover will come back and get you? And you can't even think because you wish he was here, but you can't see him--you can't see anything. And you're waiting for a moment of absolute clarity to come alive in, to turn around and find the footpath that leads back to Him....
