The Missing Book - David Knopfler

Out into the light, Spirit Dancer, who but you could really look

The sun’s eclipsed one perfect answer lies hidden in The Missing Book

Stairs into the window, reflections in water, you can’t refuse it now

Statuettes stand in frozen time honouring a stoney vow

Fear not my little one, everybody holds a key

And the Missing Book holds out an answer, hidden as prophecy

And you who took so long to find us

With naked love The Missing Book would bind us

Yes you who took so long to find us

With naked love The Missing Book would bind us

Out into the night, a bird or fire flying to the promised land

Crimson Stains an unseen wire — there’s blood upon the timeless sands

Higher and higher, up to the light, till you don’t wanna look

The hidden hand grasps a broken lyre and is gashed upon a baited hook

In a search for proof and the word of truth

Everybody comes to play a part

If you came to look upon The Missing Book

You’d take it to your very heart

Through ancient gates over dead men’s bones, where the rocks have turned to

grass

From a burning cage comes a furnaced page

Enscripted on Phoenician glass

«Through these gates of Tyre» says the prophet psalm «He who’s blind will pass

When a godhead stones in a ring of thrones Samson chained in brass»

And you who took so long to find us

With chains of love.

The Missing Book would bind us

Yes you who took so long to find us

With naked love The Missing Book would bind us

In a search for proof and the word of truth

Everybody comes to play a part

If you came to look upon The Missing Book

You’d take it to your very heart, your very heart

In Prophecies … she will be free