Cool Cool Breeze - Peter Murphy

Cool cool breeze, rivers flow below

The darkened room is closing down

A light emblazoned within a breast

Extracting from the sun

My hand is reaching for the stars

Your hand is swooping low

A long long journey, withering heights

A goal dead center clear, A lamp is here

To guide the way, far away yet so close

These words I know are bound and stuck

These words I know are bound and stuck

But use them much I know we must

To paint a collage blue and gold

To touch each others touch

I clasp invisible motion waves

Of stories from your house

Your eyes look like emeralds

With you, I’m in no danger

Your eyes look like emeralds

With you, I’m in no danger

And if I die before you go

And if I cannot reach you’ll know

A bird of feathers white as snow

I’ll send beyond the breach

My message will endow it strong

This journey’s one way ticket long

I’ll tell you in the silent zone

The story of The Moor