Parachute
Album - 1970 - Debaser id 104955

As silver tears they weave and lace,
Sad patterns upon her face,
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Through velvet fields she runs,
Reaching for you.
And so you bleed now,
Your hand holds the knife
That is tearing your life apart.
Why don't you leave now,
The city's too heavy
And your dreams they melt in the sun.
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide.
Through shadows of grief she slides,
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
In silence a promise torn,
She turns from you.
And so you bleed now ...
As silver tears, they weave and lace,
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Reaching for you.
On mellow blue birds curve and glide.
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
She turns from you .....

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She takes the moon and stars
To wear as her disguise.
Then catching cosmic rays
She uses them for eyes.
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through
With warm breezes
She will wipe away the sigh.
In the green folds of her skirt
A tired traveller lies,
She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...
There below the grey stone walls
Behind the hill she waits for you.
Painted on a field of corn
Strange messages she leaves for you.
She sheds her summer dress
Fearing it displeases you
Amid the white silk melting forest
Where she flew.
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through .....
Across the wooded plains
The wild geese have fled.
Beneath the splintered stones
Her anger seeps through red.
She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...

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