The Scent Of Magnolia - David Sylvian

In the coldest hour something’s going down

Whatever pierced the heart it didn’t make a sound

I am terrified but I’m not losing sleep

If I’m falling then I’m falling at her feet

I’m leaving America, I’m taking a girl

I’m selling my soul again, I’m gaining the world

Every sense defies this impossible dream

None of the history books describe what I’ve seen

The rose, the breath, the undying spark

The lotus heart’s open, embracing the dark

The uncharted road is the not-coming-back

The language I speak is the words that I lack

The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars

Well I know your name or recognise your face

Or by what means I’ll be delivered from this place

Here comes the gun, there goes the flash

Once the bullet leaves it’s never coming back

The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl

And every detail embodies the world

What kind of goals define this impossible dream

None of the picture-books reflect all I’ve seen

I’m leaving America, I’m taking the girls

I’m far from the future and ambush the world

The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl

And every detail embodies the world

What kind of goals define this impossible dream

None of the history books describe where I’ve been

I’m leaving America, I’m taking a girl

I’m far from the future and ambush the world