Well there goes your moony man With his suitcase in his hand Every road is lined with animals That rise from their blood and walk Well the moon won't get a wink of sleep If I stay all night and talk, if I stay all night and talk
The bright horses have broken free from the fields They are horses of love, their manes full of fire They are parting the cities, those bright burning horses And everyone is hiding, and no one makes a sound
The king in time died, the queen's heart broke like a vow And the tree returned to the earth with the nest and the bird But the feather spun upward, upward and upward Spinning all the weather vanes And you're sitting at the kitchen table, listening to the radio
And I lay in the forest amongst the butterflies and the fireflies And the burning horses and the flaming trees As a spiral of children climb up to the sun Waving goodbye to you and goodbye to me
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Mark Carrigan 