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Last night I dreamed of icy cliffs.
Standing on the precipice.
I leaned to see just where the edge would take me.
The wind came up, I closed my eyes
I heard a shout to my surprise.
A hand reached out and pulled me back to safety.
What’s a hand, what’s a dream?
Who can say what it means?
When everything that you can disappear.
Don’t look back, the spirits cry,
Just be glad to be alive.
Everything that you love is right here.
Everything that you love.
I feel smaller than this stone
Worn smooth inside my palm.
I keep it like a charm inside my pocket.
I keep thinking I’ll flame out,
Leave no one with a doubt,
That I was meant to fire like a rocket.
What’s a stone, what’s a flame?
There’s always someone else to blame.
When everything that you’ve known disappears.
Don’t look back, the spirits cry,
Just be glad to be alive.
Everything that you need is right here.
Everything that you need.
When I’m left here on the shore,
The ancient basalt moor
Will beckon me to sleep among its heather.
Who’s not tempted to fold in,
So that sleep will come again,
Where the fire and the ice hide their treasures?
Oh
Everything that you love,
Everything that you need.
Closed Captioning by RHVP,© 2010