作词 : Cashmore, Tibet what drives us on? what drives us on? i left something of myself in you fourscore, twenty, thirty in your body and in your flesh in your vault of skin i was nothing for you but the shadow of another love that one day for you would shift the skies to pastures blue streaked with passing and loss tortoise green in my eyes from the moss of my past you arise and lightly then i saw you smile with ivory throat and ivory eyes at night i catch you before i sleep and if i died before i wake i prayed that you my heart might keep i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes near my heart any longer all this love is nothing truly: mist of moons' breath grit of evening the grass was green (i now recall) before my own particular fall i saw we were both really masks on nothing (the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches) all the trees stand stripped just silhouttes of memories at night i have started to dream of you: your eyes are wide and shot through with seablue
作词 : Cashmore, Tibet what drives us on? what drives us on? i left something of myself in you fourscore, twenty, thirty in your body and in your flesh in your vault of skin i was nothing for you but the shadow of another love that one day for you would shift the skies to pastures blue streaked with passing and loss tortoise green in my eyes from the moss of my past you arise and lightly then i saw you smile with ivory throat and ivory eyes at night i catch you before i sleep and if i died before i wake i prayed that you my heart might keep i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes near my heart any longer all this love is nothing truly: mist of moons' breath grit of evening the grass was green (i now recall) before my own particular fall i saw we were both really masks on nothing (the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches) all the trees stand stripped just silhouttes of memories at night i have started to dream of you: your eyes are wide and shot through with seablue
