LYRIC
The flight of the north moving birds
Steady
The echo, the great moving herd [Pre-Chorus 1] They fly through the night
Fill their wings and their sights
With cold air and pale shadowed moons [Pre-Chorus 2] Oh lover, kid you not
Though we promised a lot
I must fly from you [Chorus] So hold me
Sing me to sleep
On the crest of a late breaking wave
And write me
Into your thoughts
I'll be safe with the words on the page [Verse 2] Shadow
The light plays its own little games
Dream world
Its own silent claim to remain [Pre-Chorus 3] And it'll follow you still
Through the streams and the hills
And remnants of gold autumn leaves [Pre-Chorus 4] Oh lover, you can walk
But your shadow still stalks
From between the trees [Chorus] So hold me
Sing me to sleep
On the crest of a late breaking wave
And write me
Into your thoughts
I'll be safe with the words on the page
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